We have all heard the saying above but what does it mean? I am not a patient person, I used to deny it but I will now openly admit it. I don't like it when I call someone and they don't pick up the phone...so I usually give it a little bit, depending on who you are, and try to call again. I like to have the bigger decisions in life mapped out in advance, because well, I want a decision made. I knew I wanted to graduate from college early, thus the reason for so many college course in high school. I knew where I wanted to go to college by my Junior year and was accepted the October of my Senior year. I struggle with patience in my life, but it is a quality that I not only want to improve on (and I feel like I have), but I must improve.
Improvements have been made, of that I am sure. This past year has really put my patience to the test. I graduated college, not knowing what was going to happen, I had no idea if or where I would get a job, and I thought I lost the love of my life. YIKES...so my journey to gain patience began. I started looking for jobs, had interviews, and nothing. I knew my relationship was on the rocks and there was nothing I could do. I moved back in with my parents because I couldn't afford my own place. I know this sounds awful, and let me back up, I am blessed in more ways than anyone knows. I couldn't ask for better family and friends throughout this experience. It was in the midst of all of this that I read a bible study book I had received after graduating college. It is called God's Promises for Graduates, the book list different verses on certain subjects...you bet, patience is one. Reading the different scriptures that the bible has on patience helped give me a reality check. While the unknown is a very scary thing, and something that I have always tried to avoid because well, of my impatience, who did I think I was? I mean I can't have my hand in all my decisions in life. I have to turn it over to the man upstairs and patiently wait, he knows when and what I will be ready for. It was on a summer's night that my quest for patience began and is still in progress.
My results so far, I found a job and my relationship is stronger now than ever. I must admit I do find myself relapsing from time to time, as a matter of fact I did last Sunday for about an hour! Thus, my quest for patience is far from over, in these coming months my patience are definitely going to be put to the test. I still don't know if I will be moving to Colorado, there's a chance Daniel will get deployed, and I have thought about going back to school. Yet, this time it is different, this time I know it will all be ok. Everything is going to work out the way that it should. I could think "what if" and get upset because Daniel and I don't know what is going to happen, but what good does that do? It causes unnecessary stress for all parties in the situation and that is not the virtue of patience. The virtue of patience is this, allowing yourself to be peaceful and content in enduring situations. And while a few relapses can be expected, that is what I will strive to do now and for the years to come.
Friday, February 26, 2010
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Sunday's
Today is Sunday and I love Sunday's. It is the day of the week when you are expected to be lazy. On Sunday's you are supposed to eat a big meal, with desert following. Sunday's seem to creep by, but I wouldn't have it any other way. On Sunday's I don't want to go anywhere, well besides Church, and when he is home, down to Daniel's. It is the day that brings closer to the end of a busy week, and the start of another.
And depending on the season it varies what I will be doing on a Sunday. In the winter, you will find me curled up by the fire hanging out with the family. In the spring, get outside and enjoy the fresh air, when Daniel is home we like to go for walks in the woods, or visit the baby cows! When summer rolls around it is usually my one day to enjoy "laying out" or swimming. And my favorite part of the summer months is taking my Sunday nap in the hammock! Sunday's in the fall for our family means raking leaves, and lots of them, and then again enjoying the fire. No matter what season, one thing is for sure, the ones I love are always the people I am around on a Sunday. Relaxed and carefree.
Like I said not a lot happens on Sunday's but I think it is just that, not a lot happening, that is what could make it my favorite day of the week.
And depending on the season it varies what I will be doing on a Sunday. In the winter, you will find me curled up by the fire hanging out with the family. In the spring, get outside and enjoy the fresh air, when Daniel is home we like to go for walks in the woods, or visit the baby cows! When summer rolls around it is usually my one day to enjoy "laying out" or swimming. And my favorite part of the summer months is taking my Sunday nap in the hammock! Sunday's in the fall for our family means raking leaves, and lots of them, and then again enjoying the fire. No matter what season, one thing is for sure, the ones I love are always the people I am around on a Sunday. Relaxed and carefree.
Like I said not a lot happens on Sunday's but I think it is just that, not a lot happening, that is what could make it my favorite day of the week.
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Small World
I am learning more and more as I grow up how small the world really is.
In order for this story to begin I need to explain my job, which I don't think I really have. So let me elaborate. I work in health insurance, we insure people across the 50 states. I am on the phone for 8 hours a day...yes 8 hours. To top it off I say pretty much the same thing roughly 120 times a day. I have found that people do not like insurance, they actually loathe it. People are rude, call me names, and sometimes forget that I myself am a human being and have feelings too. We have all been there when it comes to insurance, had a claim that didn't go through correctly or found out a procedure wasn't covered the way you thought it was. So, I do understand their frustrations...and believe me I tell them this in my most soothing telephone voice possible. I always try to be upbeat and speak with a smile in my voice, I have found it can make the caller in a better mood as well. But let's face it I am bored, and some days have just had enough of being robot! But then....
Yesterday (02/01/10) I took a call from an insured. Their id number popped up, as did the names. I recognized them immediately and couldn't believe. It was someone I knew. I won't use their names, part of the job, I will call them Mike and Christine. I figured it was a provider but I was still excited because, well I mean let's face it this is high excitement stuff in my job! And what happened next floored me. It wasn't the provider, it was the insured. Mike and Christine are some of my mom and dad's good friends from high school. Mike has recently been fighting a battle with cancer and has had several on-going treatments. Christine was calling in because they were trying to go home, but were told by home health care they couldn't because they were waiting on the insurance to verify benefits. I asked to place her on hold...I had not told her who I was yet. What I did...I consider nothing. I simply looked on one of my "cheat sheets" saw that we didn't need any notification, so I could release the benefits for home health care. I have always known my family to call Christine, Christi, so when I got back on the line I called her Christi and proceeded to state who I was. She was flabbergasted...much like I was when I took the call. She then asked how my family was and we small talked for a bit. She said it was thanks to me that Mike was going to go home on that day.
My family has been following their journey, I still can't believe that I took that call. What a small world we live in. And what a Great God we have. I think it was meant to be. It gave them yet another story for their journey and made me realize that maybe my job is a little better than I thought after all.
In order for this story to begin I need to explain my job, which I don't think I really have. So let me elaborate. I work in health insurance, we insure people across the 50 states. I am on the phone for 8 hours a day...yes 8 hours. To top it off I say pretty much the same thing roughly 120 times a day. I have found that people do not like insurance, they actually loathe it. People are rude, call me names, and sometimes forget that I myself am a human being and have feelings too. We have all been there when it comes to insurance, had a claim that didn't go through correctly or found out a procedure wasn't covered the way you thought it was. So, I do understand their frustrations...and believe me I tell them this in my most soothing telephone voice possible. I always try to be upbeat and speak with a smile in my voice, I have found it can make the caller in a better mood as well. But let's face it I am bored, and some days have just had enough of being robot! But then....
Yesterday (02/01/10) I took a call from an insured. Their id number popped up, as did the names. I recognized them immediately and couldn't believe. It was someone I knew. I won't use their names, part of the job, I will call them Mike and Christine. I figured it was a provider but I was still excited because, well I mean let's face it this is high excitement stuff in my job! And what happened next floored me. It wasn't the provider, it was the insured. Mike and Christine are some of my mom and dad's good friends from high school. Mike has recently been fighting a battle with cancer and has had several on-going treatments. Christine was calling in because they were trying to go home, but were told by home health care they couldn't because they were waiting on the insurance to verify benefits. I asked to place her on hold...I had not told her who I was yet. What I did...I consider nothing. I simply looked on one of my "cheat sheets" saw that we didn't need any notification, so I could release the benefits for home health care. I have always known my family to call Christine, Christi, so when I got back on the line I called her Christi and proceeded to state who I was. She was flabbergasted...much like I was when I took the call. She then asked how my family was and we small talked for a bit. She said it was thanks to me that Mike was going to go home on that day.
My family has been following their journey, I still can't believe that I took that call. What a small world we live in. And what a Great God we have. I think it was meant to be. It gave them yet another story for their journey and made me realize that maybe my job is a little better than I thought after all.
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