So I started Licensing Class this morning. The first 1/2 hour session felt like it took about 17 hours. I was sure I was never going to finish, partly because the entire first half hour is irrelevant after the fed changed the way Loan Officers get paid on April 1. But it won't let you skip any portion, so twenty seconds at a time, I plodded through.
I am attempting to get licensed before the move and the kids come back from EFY and their trips.
I suspect this will be right about how it works, at the rate I am going. 40 hours of "class", 2 tests (state and federal), fingerprinting, background check, and listing the gazillion homes I've lived in during the past 10 years. I suspect the listing of all the addresses will be the hardest part, INCLUDING the tests!
Keep me in your prayers.
Musings from a muse
Thursday, July 21, 2011
Thursday, April 21, 2011
The answers...
As I descended from the canyon early this morning, I noticed small streams of light touching various parts of the valley floor. I knew that the portions still in the shadow of the majestic mountains surrounding my Salt Lake home would soon be aglow from the same light and quickly becoming warm - the faintest memory of the cold, dark night only lingering where trees create the slightest shadow.
It's like that.
Slowly the sun is beginning to send its revealing shards across my life. The snow is only there where I've piled it high enough I feared it would never melt - and only that in a small corner now. Soon all will be visible. I wonder if it will all make sense, or if there will still be great sections that are obscured - either by the enormity of the view or by my inability to process it all. I'm sure there will be things I still cannot understand.
But the answers are coming. I don't always like the answers, but they are coming. And having answers is better than being in the dark, even if the answers aren't pleasant. Not to mention that seeing most of them makes it much easier to work around the things that remain hidden, perhaps for the remainder of my life. But I can deal with the shadows knowing that there is light currently. So until the end of the current day, I will relish the answers; knowing there will be another dark night soon, but also knowing that when it seems least likely that the light will ever come, the sun will begin to crest the great Rockies again, and I will see another distinctly different picture.
It's like that.
Slowly the sun is beginning to send its revealing shards across my life. The snow is only there where I've piled it high enough I feared it would never melt - and only that in a small corner now. Soon all will be visible. I wonder if it will all make sense, or if there will still be great sections that are obscured - either by the enormity of the view or by my inability to process it all. I'm sure there will be things I still cannot understand.
But the answers are coming. I don't always like the answers, but they are coming. And having answers is better than being in the dark, even if the answers aren't pleasant. Not to mention that seeing most of them makes it much easier to work around the things that remain hidden, perhaps for the remainder of my life. But I can deal with the shadows knowing that there is light currently. So until the end of the current day, I will relish the answers; knowing there will be another dark night soon, but also knowing that when it seems least likely that the light will ever come, the sun will begin to crest the great Rockies again, and I will see another distinctly different picture.
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Thoughts on miracles and other such nonsense
I keep wanting to shout from the rooftops the multiple miracles I have been blessed to witness in the past 27 or so hours, and really, the past 30 days. Anyone reading may think that I am just wanting to see things as greater than they are - and you may have me pegged, at that, but the MIRACLES are unexplainable in any other way.
It was a miracle when David took down Goliath.
It was a miracle when Moses parted the water.
It was a miracle when Christ helped the blind man see.
It was a miracle when Ammon with boldness helped a mighty change occur in the hearts of his enemies.
In the past 30 days I have personally seen a giant fall at the slinging of a single stone; the water part to make a way for a change of venue; the blind man see; and with boldness a mighty change occur in what seemed to be the hardest of hearts.
And so I wonder...
Was I witnessing these miracles to remind me what has been wrought in my own life???
Have I not seen giants fall in order to make way for me when I was afraid?
Have I not been shown the way when I could not see?
Has someone not moved the immovable to make a clear path in order for me to cross at my most perilous hour?
Have I not experienced a mighty change in my own heart - from one that did not even WANT to believe to one who believes without doubt?
I have always known that miracles are real. They don't seem to happen very often - though it would sure be cool if they did! But if they did, then the commonplace of such things would take away their very nature of being miraculous. I just couldn't continue to go through my days without at least acknowledging that I have seen them. That they are real to me. That I see the Lord's hand in each of them. And that I am publicly and in all ways grateful for these amazing blessings in my life.
Thank you.
It was a miracle when David took down Goliath.
It was a miracle when Moses parted the water.
It was a miracle when Christ helped the blind man see.
It was a miracle when Ammon with boldness helped a mighty change occur in the hearts of his enemies.
In the past 30 days I have personally seen a giant fall at the slinging of a single stone; the water part to make a way for a change of venue; the blind man see; and with boldness a mighty change occur in what seemed to be the hardest of hearts.
And so I wonder...
Was I witnessing these miracles to remind me what has been wrought in my own life???
Have I not seen giants fall in order to make way for me when I was afraid?
Have I not been shown the way when I could not see?
Has someone not moved the immovable to make a clear path in order for me to cross at my most perilous hour?
Have I not experienced a mighty change in my own heart - from one that did not even WANT to believe to one who believes without doubt?
I have always known that miracles are real. They don't seem to happen very often - though it would sure be cool if they did! But if they did, then the commonplace of such things would take away their very nature of being miraculous. I just couldn't continue to go through my days without at least acknowledging that I have seen them. That they are real to me. That I see the Lord's hand in each of them. And that I am publicly and in all ways grateful for these amazing blessings in my life.
Thank you.
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