When people talk about thier dream life it's usually somehting like living on a island beach with servants getting them their heart's desire, or something to that effect. However that is so far from my dream life. I would feel so uncomfortable if I lived like that. My dream life is seriously messed up, but there has got to be a purpose for it.
Today Deanna called me and while freaking out the whole time about how I didn't have to do it and how she didn't want it to be too much, she asked me if I could spend the night with the girls on sunday night and get them off to school safely on Monday morning while she and Rodney went up to the airport. Deanna is leaving for a week to see her dad who has serious cancer. When I said yes Deanna thought I was doing her a huge favor but honestly, she was doing me a huge favor.
You see I live for moments like those. Not that I want bad things to happen to people because I really don't. But I want to be there when bad things do happen. I am not good at comforting people (excpet children, I am very good at comforting children) but I am good at taking care of the daily things for them. When crisis strikes I like to be the one there who makes sure that everything is in order when you can finally get back to every day life. Sadly, managing crisis drives me.
When I was little I loved to read the boxcar children books. While I thouroughly hate the idea of being orphaned the idea of having to take care of my younger siblings completely compelled me. The idea of being handed something crazy and having to take care of it. I have plans for every situation.
Maybe God has a use for this strange desire. For now I am taking care of the girls on Sunday.
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