Respecting God's timing

I had a bout of the blues after I got off work this morning.  Yesterday it was one little thing, then another.  My lack of knowledge on this new job is hurting my self esteem and giving me the blues.  I had to go into my prayer closet and gird up on loins for support and reassurance from God.  I questioned myself if I did the right thing by stepping up to the plate and taking on this promotion in this heavily challenged department.  Then I came across that God equips those He sets the task out before to do.  God will not leave me or forsake me.  God's timing is perfect in His wisdom-not my timing.  God will give me no more than I can bear.  I was missing my Mom real bad.  I wanted to talk to her, really talk to her.  Again God's word came back to me that there is no sickness or disease or tears in heaven.  My heart rested on the fact that Moma is out of pain, disease free and living life beyond measure.  She doesn't want to come back to this stinking earth, she is feeling too good up there with God and family and I know in my heart of hearts, she loves me and is watching over me as I stumble through life.

So pity party is over.  I did some emotional eating damage this morning by eating hotdogs on white buns. And I had a bit of a reece peanut butter cup.  Can't do that anymore.  I will probably show a pound gain on the scale this week,but I am in it to win it, no matter what.  I am going to practice on some weight watcher recipes this weekend, work on organizing my back room so I can have a study and exercise area, purge junk I haven't touch since I moved here in August.  Throw all this old papers and stuff away, inventory my Mary Kay and get ready for my next big adventure!