A residential home for teenage mums.
It's a job I have always wanted to do when I 'grew up'
As I was pregnant when I was a mere 15, and had my daughter when I was 16.
|My 16th birthday before I had told most people....|
|Pregnant with her.... about to pop!|
Also it was spoken over me at the wedding that I would 'speak' I would use my voice to reach others (speaking isn't the issue, it's what I say that seems to have the power to cause change or in bad circumstances offense!)
- He also said I was a bit 'wild' - in the good sense. I was so happy that finally that word has been used as a positive adjective....
So I applied for this job.
It was a random kind of chance that I even saw the ad.
My faith that I will GET the job is about as minute as it could be, as I have no pieces of paper saying that I have the right to work with young people in 'at risk' situations...
Oh, well except for Pop's birth certificate.... :)
And also James is wanting to make some changes in his life too..
And I feel like I should be there to support that...
Don't worry, his hair will still be the same colour....
|(these are all a bit damaged with wear)|
So, I really don't know what will happen. I havn't heard anything from them, and it's been nearly a week, so I'm not overly hopeful, but I can always volunteer.
Sometimes I'm so Grateful to NOT know what God's 'mega plan' for my life is....
Coz I'm sure I would kick and scream at the concept of it..
Until He whispers that He does actually know what he's doing with me...
I hate waiting.