We're here in Myrtle beach at the Aquarius 5 motel-the motel where I was a room leader 3 summers ago, and where jake and i met at the motel across the street 5 summers ago. ahh, the memories. We have been here for a week, and i feel like i am just now getting settled into our room. I am normally pretty good at dealing with life in a motel room since this is my 5th summer in one, but def not this year. I think being 6 and a half months pregnant is starting to take a toll on my body. When we got here, i thought we were going to a nice, air conditioned room with a stove, since i was told that we would have one. However, i arrived to a 95 degree room with nothing to cook on, and 8 dead roaches on the floor. i was fuming. After being here for a week, we STILL didn't have air until yesterday, when jake installed a unit we got from the hardware store. I've been living like a nomad for the last week, packing a little napsack and taking my hair dryer to other rooms and changing clothes 104643 times a day. Plus, it's been hard on my identity to be around 18 year old students who have model thin bodies and don't have swollen ankles and wear the same pair of maternity shorts every single day.
anyway, guess God is trying to teach me a lot about my sense of entitlement and feeling like i DESERVE something better. I mean, i prayed for a week straight 24/7 that the air would get fixed and instead it just got hotter. and hotter. every day. and now it's fixed, so God DOES answer prayers, just not when I want them to be answered.
