On the eve of my 31 st birthday, I’m sitting alone in my hotel room that I’ll be in for the majority of the week for work with a window that faces the roof of a neighboring building with the brightly lit signage of a Best Buy and a Wendy’s in the distance.  I’ve just finished a barbacoa bowl at a Chipotle that I walked to at a mall across the street after having a needed workout at the Bally’s next door.  My thoughts consume me as I remember a promise to my wife that I would guest write a blog on her website.  The only thing I can think of is a tall, metal sliding board.             The metal sliding board that I remember is no longer in the place that I remember it, I really don’t even know what is in its place now, probably something safer, something plastic and shorter in stature; something that won’t burn your butt when it’s hot or not even allow you to slide for that matter.  It doesn’t matter, it’s not the same place that I remember as being my mountain to climb to talk to G

So, I know I have not posted in a while, but over the last 6 months of 2011 God was taking me through a process of faith.  During that time my husband was laid off of his job and I had just started a new job as a Program Coordinator for a Therapeutic Day Treatment program.  Before I started that job, I had been laid off of a job I worked for a little over 3 years, so I looked at the opportunity as a blessing from God because it was presented to me at a time when I was on the verge of being unemployed.  However, once I started the position I began to realize after a short time that this was not the position for me, as I did not like how the company was run and the amount of responsibility that was placed on me.  Despite the dislike for the position, I refused to go to God with any complaints because after all He opened a door of employment for me when I learned from my previous employer that my position was being phased out.  For a while I just prayed and fed myself the word of God for