(With all due respect to David Bowie):

(Turn and face the strain)
Don't want to be a richer man
(Turn and face the strain)
Just gonna have to be a different man
Time may change me
But I can't trace time

[Insert whiny tone]: "But I don' wanna change!" Apparently, the Universe and its Creator have other plans.

And don't give me that "God closes a door and opens a window" crap. I'm not ready to hear that quite yet. I know it's true; I just don't want to hear it....yet. I'll get there.

It's been a tough few months for our family. We live smack in the middle of Recessionville, and with my dear husband working in the auto industry, finances have been tight. (Okay, squeaky tight.) With five teens, there is always drama, but with five special needs kids, you can quintuple the drama. Now, it seems as if my job is on shaky, shaky ground.

Thus, the David Bowie singing in my head, and I'm just gonna have to be a different girl. Love my job, love teaching, love the people I work with...but it may be time to face the strain.

The only thing I can do is, to quote another favorite song of mine (from Casting Crowns) is to tell God, "I'll praise You in this storm."

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