It has been a month since my last post, when I told you about my growing passion for the tribe I have been drawing close to (as far as names and such goes pertaining to this, I am going to do my best not to mention any or change them if I must. It could be a somewhat sensitive and do not want to cause any trouble if anyone should stumble across this blog). Since then, I have been a good amount of time with Cerissa's family and I feel i have truly been accepted in.
Cerissa has been incredibly helpful in getting me settled in, finding me a job, even offering me a place to live. I have been cleaning the past couple of weeks for her sister, which saved me this month financially. Then, last week, Cerissa's mom called me early one morning. One of the caregivers for her eighty-something year old mother had called in sick. She asked me to come in for the day to help out (there have to be two people there in order to do some stuff). She also offered to get me all the necessary paperwork and so forth so I could be on call in case the need ever arose again. Well, the more we talked, the more she tried to convince me I should work full time for her. I was waiting to hear back from an interview with Starbucks at the time. I had been excited about the Starbucks opportunity mainly because it was the first hope I'd had for a job. However, for some reason, I did not feel completely at peace about it. I had decided that I would wait to hear back from Starbucks and if I did not get the job, I would work for Cerissa's grandmother on the reservation. Well, today I went in for a bit of training so I would know what I was going to be doing if I should be called in as a caregiver. As I spent the day with two other caregivers, I really felt like God wanted me there, like he was saying, "Here is a door I have opened up for you. Why are you waiting something else?" I realized this was something I had been waiting for: a way in which I would be directly linked to people. Not only would I be employed by the tribe, I would spend almost my whole week there. Cerissa's family is somewhat influential on the reservation. Her great-grandfather was one of the last chiefs and her grandfather was a favorite tribal elder (he died very recently). So not only will I be in direct contact with the family, but most likely with a lot of the rest of the people.
Well, I just wanted to share that with you! I'm really excited and cannot wait to see what God has planned. Till next time...
oh, and by the way, what I wrote in the title is true!
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