work is for old folks.

Well. Monday the 30th of August, I began the work. Working. It's such a big deal because this is my first 8-5, M-F job. AND I have my own office.

Here's the funny thing. I'm either the same age or younger than the girls that have the lower job. I'm officially a 'coordinator' and am realizing that I might need to prove that I deserve this. We aren't sure on my title yet. Something like Assessment and Quality Initiative Coordinator. I will just have to access my mature side........

I've visited several childcare providers and even helped completely overhaul one 2 year old room. That day, I put together a table and chairs and a huge metal mat holder. We also unwrapped boxes and boxes of toys and supplies and organized the room to meet the standards we are given. It kind of felt like a mission trip- you are giving people things they need without anything in return, but you have to be careful because it is their space, and they have a certain amount of emotional attachment and familiarity with the things that were there before. Although this was a mission trip feeling without the Jesus part- so missing the most important part! But at least those aspects of it made me feel comfortable and well prepared!

AND Kim decided to curse me. At our lunch a few days before work started, she prayed I would have opportunities to be a light. Just for some background, I can tend to be a recluse. I don't mind not hanging out with people and am perfectly happy chillin on my own. WELL. God heard Kim's prayer and honored it by making my office door the point of intersection between two main hallways. And THEN we reorganized my room and suddenly the door will not close. It is WIDE open all day long. Many people have stopped by already to share awkward and personal things with me. I just try to be encouraging. My heavenly father has decided to get my feet wet nice and quick. Yay for leaving that comfort zone!

I'm still trying to figure out why they need me. Everything I thought I'd be doing is already being done by at least one person. We'll see how this goes. And now I have to act old.