At some point it stops being a show of sassy classy women and starts being eating dinner right from the pot and giving more than a passing consideration to not bathing 2 days in a row.
In a little vignette I like to call 'This is why God smiteth You' I misplaced an important envelope of receipts from my move which if not found, would have put me hundreds if not thousands of dollars out of pocket. Naturally I was keen to find the envelope but in all the shuffling and moving of my first few months here, it was nowhere to be found. One early pre-dawn morning I woke up restless thinking of that damn envelope and consumed with worry about where it could be, not only for the loss of money for the personal information on the receipts. There was a sigh upon my soul and I pleaded that God just please tell me where the envelope was. I think when people say they heard God's voice, it was something like what happened moments after I implored God for my FedEx envelope of receipts. Into my mind popped an instruction; look in the overhead of one of the temporary desks you sat at when you first arrived. I found it there the next day.
I was impressed, amazed, and thankful, for about 53 seconds and then I thought, 'This, Lord? *this* is the prayer you answer? Granted, I would have been all kinds of hurt to lose that money but if I get only one desperate call from the Lord answered, I'd want to use that turn on something like a good husband, healthy kids or healing of unhealthy ones, the lottery... And this is why God smiteth me; because I fill out the 'tell us how we're doing card' after a blessing.
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