Frustrated

Today has been one of those terrible, horrible, no good, very bad days. Ok, well it hasn't been horrible I guess, but it hasn't been the best either. It all started when I was headed out of the apartment to go to school, late at that. I have a 45 minute drive, so I have no room to be late. As I was walking out the door, equipped with my 50 lb. backpack, another bag for books, my gym bag, lunchbox and coffee, Roddick (our black lab) decided this would be a great time for him to get a run in. So, he bolted out the door. Usually he will come back when you call him or at when you promise him food, but today when I asked him to come back in, he looked at me and headed the opposite direction. By the time I had dropped all of my crap (oops, stuff), he was already half way around the apartment complex. Thankfully, a kind neighbor grabbed his collar until I could make my way to him. The weird thing is that Roddick is not a runner. He loves to be home, with us and when we had a yard, all he wanted to do was lay by the door until we let him back in. But he hates this apartment; he hates dogs barking at him all the time, he hates the cramped space, and he hates being left home alone for an extended period of time. I think he was just trying to escape the apartment and wanted me to come with him. So that is how my day started...

The day only continued to get worse as I was 5 minutes late to class and had to walk in in front of everybody. Then while I was in class I got 2 emails that I have been waiting to receive for weeks. Since transferring to Stetson, I have been anxious to find out what credits were going to transfer from UK. Of course, I had a plan if it was not what I hoped and it was not. I received 36 transfer credits, meaning I lost 8 in the move from UK. Two of my classes I took last semester didn't count at all. For those of you who are in school, you know how precious those credits are. Not only am I now going to have to take summer classes, but I am also going to have to take out an additional loan and try not to dwell on the fact that 1/2 of my work last semester didn't count for anything.

My second email was from a professor who had requested a Research Assistant to help her with an adoption law project. I was very excited about this opportunity because I want to go into adoption law. So I submitted my application with high hopes and I prayed that God would grant me this desire. The networking possibilities would be great, the extra income would be great, and the job would go into the summer. But alas, I was not chosen. This morning I had prayed that God would provide news on these two things and He did, it just wasn't what I wanted to hear.

"And we know that all things work together for the good of those that love God and are called according to His purpose." Romans 8: 28

We trusted God's call to move to Tampa; we trusted him with our finances, we trusted him with out future, and we trusted him with my law career. Now I just have to patient and wait for him to work it all out.