I. cry. out.

Today was one of those days, where you've been hit with a couple of bricks and you feel like you are at the bottom of your barrel and then the Lord waps you on the head and says "um, hello - I'm right here, I've never left you."

Lets go down my pitty party list and then we'll move on...
1. I've been dealing with a back spasm/heart burn issue for a little over a week now and last night I did not sleep at all because it hurt so bad.
2. I was suppose to have an early mtg, pick up a co worker and then drive 45 min to see a client. Which meant we had to be up at 6 to get ready, take Mr. B to work so that I could get all that done. well due to my hurt back I decided at 7 that I was only going to go to my mtg and not go see the client so I could get adjusted. = Mr. B not happy!
3. Get to my mtg and I'm given more clients to see - - all of which are 15+ years .... um, I'm an EARLY intervention therapist, my kids should not be over 7. Yes, behavior is behavior regardless of the age - but I specialize in early intervention therapy. hmp.


So I drop Mr. B off and I'm praying and having a pitty party because I really don't want to work with adults - I've always felt like the Lord was leading me to lay the foundational pieces for kids with autism. Their behaviors are already established by the time they are 15, ugh. It's uncomfortable for me - def. stretching me out of my comfort zone.
Then I'm questioning God - has it been me just feeling that way all along and is he pushing me towards something greater?! I just dont know. I did however sit down, face my fears and set up appointments for later this week with the kids. We'll see how it goes.

I've been in a funk, I'm missing home. Missing friends and it's just one of those debbie downer days.

Tomorrow's a new day right?! Which means it has to get better?!