Day 8: How much a week can hold?

So it's been a week since I've blogged. This week has been...really cannot find the word(s) to describe it or even sum it up. I'll break it down briefly. It was VBS week at church. I was the snack lady. Preparing snacks for 70 plus kids, is well, a bit exhausting, but enjoyed every minute of it. A very dear friend of mine, introduced me to her grandparents the same day (Monday) her grandfather returned home from the hospital after having a tracheotomy. Long story short, I took the initiative to stay with them to help out with the care of him as well as around the house. Though never directly talking to their children about it other then a little here and there, there was never a direct understanding of what was expected of myself. I willingly accepted being thrown into a lion's den. Leaving out details, last night there was a small, yet upsetting conflict between the grandmother and myself. This conflict, has also brought on uneasiness between my friend and myself. I've prayed and have asked others to pray as well, for my continued strength emotionally, physical endurance, and compassionate patience for this. I know God brought me to them for a reason. I know this is the devil's way of keeping me from doing my job, the job that God hand-picked myself for.

That pretty much sums up the past 7 days for myself. Sorry to exclude some of the details. Some things are best left unsaid.