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They're good people. That's...an under-statement. I put them through hell. They love me, anyway. They even let me live here, with them, despite who I was and what I did to them, before Jesus saved me.
Now, office politics are rough where they work. Its worse for my mother. She's well-educated and all, but she's not snotty and all that stuff. The people she works with...are, many of them. She and my dad have managed to get thru this kind of stuff for a while now, but its heating up in her work area, and its rough. I feel badly for her, because she really went into this field because she felt called. A lot of her colleagues, especially the younger ones, see it as just a job, or a stepping stone to a career somewhere else, or something awesome to put on their resumme.
Now, my dad's job is going well. He's worked hard to be where he is now, and its paid off, by God's grace. Thing is...he's over-worked. He gets more recognition (Praise God!), he gets to hob-knob with some important people (always a good thing, I think), and he's getting better compensation, but...wow. He WORKS (all caps very intentional). For some reason, I'm randomly worried about his heart. I think its because his mentor+advisor from grad school had a major, massive heart attack not too long ago, even though he was a fitness freak and all that good stuff. My dad's younger than him. He eats a good diet, quit smoking a good while back, etc., but I'm still concerned.
I'm also a bit worried about my mom's health. She has an iodine (I think that's it...) deficiency. She didn't/doesn't want to pop a supplement, so the doctor gave her a list of foods to eat to boost her levels via diet. I don't think she's done blood work in a while, and she doesn't even used normal iodized salt. Sea salt is great and all, but...ugh...just use the fortified table salt, you know? --venting--
This is also a Praise Report. My people are now comfortable and stable, and their marriage has improved a whole, whole lot. My mom's even getting away from her (prima donna) shrink, and she's going to be heading over to a new, local general practitioner for her prescriptions. This is great on a number of levels, the big one for me being that this local doc will have to do physical examinations now and then to keep writing those Rx's, so that'll help mama keep tabs on her health.
The other praise is that my dad and I are getting closer. We went for a Sunday drive today. It was awesome. He's into bird watching+photography these days. there weren't a whole lot of birds, except for a huge group of vultures (creepy, I know), but we got a nice drive+some convo in. He even drove me past some things he and his colleagues are working on and talked to me about work for a while. He's a good man, my dad.
the --big-- thing is that my people and I need to get into a good church. Problem is...where? My dad doesn't like the Presbyterian church I grew up in, mama doesn't like the mega-church my dad liked (before pastor man went to rehab), and neither of them are big into Pentecostal churches, even though those are the people who helped save me thru Teen challenge. --sigh--
OK. Please pray for my parents, and I thank God for His goodness. Thanks.
Now, office politics are rough where they work. Its worse for my mother. She's well-educated and all, but she's not snotty and all that stuff. The people she works with...are, many of them. She and my dad have managed to get thru this kind of stuff for a while now, but its heating up in her work area, and its rough. I feel badly for her, because she really went into this field because she felt called. A lot of her colleagues, especially the younger ones, see it as just a job, or a stepping stone to a career somewhere else, or something awesome to put on their resumme.
Now, my dad's job is going well. He's worked hard to be where he is now, and its paid off, by God's grace. Thing is...he's over-worked. He gets more recognition (Praise God!), he gets to hob-knob with some important people (always a good thing, I think), and he's getting better compensation, but...wow. He WORKS (all caps very intentional). For some reason, I'm randomly worried about his heart. I think its because his mentor+advisor from grad school had a major, massive heart attack not too long ago, even though he was a fitness freak and all that good stuff. My dad's younger than him. He eats a good diet, quit smoking a good while back, etc., but I'm still concerned.
I'm also a bit worried about my mom's health. She has an iodine (I think that's it...) deficiency. She didn't/doesn't want to pop a supplement, so the doctor gave her a list of foods to eat to boost her levels via diet. I don't think she's done blood work in a while, and she doesn't even used normal iodized salt. Sea salt is great and all, but...ugh...just use the fortified table salt, you know? --venting--
This is also a Praise Report. My people are now comfortable and stable, and their marriage has improved a whole, whole lot. My mom's even getting away from her (prima donna) shrink, and she's going to be heading over to a new, local general practitioner for her prescriptions. This is great on a number of levels, the big one for me being that this local doc will have to do physical examinations now and then to keep writing those Rx's, so that'll help mama keep tabs on her health.
The other praise is that my dad and I are getting closer. We went for a Sunday drive today. It was awesome. He's into bird watching+photography these days. there weren't a whole lot of birds, except for a huge group of vultures (creepy, I know), but we got a nice drive+some convo in. He even drove me past some things he and his colleagues are working on and talked to me about work for a while. He's a good man, my dad.
the --big-- thing is that my people and I need to get into a good church. Problem is...where? My dad doesn't like the Presbyterian church I grew up in, mama doesn't like the mega-church my dad liked (before pastor man went to rehab), and neither of them are big into Pentecostal churches, even though those are the people who helped save me thru Teen challenge. --sigh--
OK. Please pray for my parents, and I thank God for His goodness. Thanks.
