Blessings in Disguise

Hello old friends, new followers and fellow bloggers- 

Today started a little….on the rough side.  So I got up and got dressed for work, left on time and everything- only to get there and not have a way in.  This seems to be a common theme with my place of work, I need a key but have been waiting on that for the longest.  Of course, I see that I got a text message saying I could come into work an hour later- while I am standing outside the door!  Slowly but surely, I felt the irritation rising as I looked at my mom who sat waiting in the car.  She had to go to school early today because of exams, so this little inconvenience not only affected me but her as well. If I was a lighter complexion, I think she would have seen the redness on my cheeks and the steam rising off of me.

A man’s heart deviseth his way, but the Lord directeth his steps. Proverbs 16:9

So I’m back home, because of unfortunate circumstance, missing a day of work because of the lack of responsibility.  I could do one of two things: wallow in irritation or change my perception of the situation.  Instead of thinking about today being a day of lost wages, I’ll see it as a free spa day: one where I lounge at home, wash my hair, do my nails and just relax! I start another job in the morning, and I need to be really rested for that position.

Today’s case of unfortunate events was just an avenue for a blessing in disguise.

Instead of work and stress, I will be accompanied by peace and relaxation today and I choose to view my day in a new light.  I am blessed, whether I am in the office or not.  I am blessed whether I am strutting in my heels or my house slippers.  I am still blessed.

SO like me, today may have started a little rough.  It may have been super extensive and annoying in the beginning but I bet if you look at your situation you can see the blessing just waiting to be acknowledged.  There is always a blessing in disguise.

P.S. Did I mention that I left my phone in my mom’s car :/ ….. Oh well. guess I am supposed to be unplugged today!

Until next time,

Mo 🙂

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Dating a Preacher’s Kid

Hello old friends, new followers and fellow bloggers-

i thought I would take some time to introduce myself to some of you guys that don’t really know me well.  Let’s see….I’m a licensed minister and I am a pastor’s daughter, both my mom and dad work as pastors in the ministry.  People are always asking, how does being in leadership and being a pk affect your dating life?  Well, the effect is great.  The “code of conduct” if you will is a list of particular rules that is used to reflect the old-fashioned model of modesty.  It’s like dating in my grandmother’s way (which is not a bad thing), it’s just that sometimes it’s hard to find guys who would submit to these rules. For example, if a guy plans on dating me- he has to speak to both of my parents, come to the door to pick me up and we must have a chaperon on the date( like an accountability partner).  These rules don’t bother me but they seem to be a problem for the guys who are interested in me.  It’s like, they are super excited to be with me but because of all the hard work- they give up and decide that they would rather pursue someone else.  So what should a girl do?  Should I go behind my parent’s back and do my own thing?  Should I lower my standards to keep him interested? Or maybe, I should live my life according to these standards and if he leaves that’s on him. Maybe I should understand that I am a girl that is worth working for.

 Maybe I should understand that diamonds are mined and that requires effort, its the same with a guy searching for my heart; it’s going to require effort.

Just maybe, I live life with a mindset that people will come in and out of your life, but those who are supposed to be there will stay.  If you are supposed to be here, you’ll stay! 

This is my dating life as a preacher’s kid, knowing that at the right time- the one who is supposed to love me will come along and he will embrace all of my parents crazy quirks and respect the code of the “first family”, the first family of the church.

Until next time,

Mo 🙂