Trying to catch up
So I'm basically forcing myself to blog, well not forcing myself, I really do enjoy it, but sometimes I'm thinking, "what do I say?" "Do people really read this." Ahh, who cares, its fun.
For the friends and loved ones who read this just to keep up with me, I've moved yet again...well sort of. I moved into my parents house. Gulp, there I said it. I'm still close to the city I work in and my church, but I'm waiting on a rental house to be renovated and in the process felt it better to move back to their new home for a month or so. I perceived this to be a very, very wise idea. However, 14 or so days of 40 minute drives to work(one way), 3 arguments with my kid brother over the blinds in the upstairs bathroom, at least 3 mornings late for work, and 2 days of culture shock considering Wal-mart is the only attraction in this small town...I'm rethinking this decision a bit.
Honestly, I say all this in somewhat jest. I find it so interesting though that my life is always in transition these days. I mean maybe I brought it on myself with the whole, "Dear Father, I don't ever want to be comfortable here again. Make me uncomfortable so I may serve you better," Ummm, I guess He might have taken that seriously. Perhaps life has always been this way it just took some growing up to realize it, or maybe my friends are right and I'm just a nomad/vagabond.
Either way I've had days here lately that have been a crazy mix. One day, mild depression. The next day or later the same day, excitement about what the future might hold. Oh and speaking of the future and what my plans are...I have no idea, so don't ask. Hah! I do know this much...it looks like I'll probably finally start school back in just a week or so, I'll hopefully move back to the "big city" soon, and tomorrow I'll be driving 40 minutes to work and looking for a cute cowboy the whole way. Kidding...no seriously.
Even in the down days, the uncertain days, the days where I'm arguing again with my brother to quit rearranging my things, I need to remember to be thankful. Even if I didn't have loving parents who've once again opened their home to me, encouraging and beloved friends, family, a great job, food before me, safety, transportation, not to mention all the material "things" I've accumulated, I'd still have Salvation. And really...shouldn't that be, isn't that enough. Or is it more than enough. I need to let that one sink into my brain for at least the rest of my life.
Just an evening of thought.
p.s. confession is good for the soul. I had a moment of weakness concerning my fast food commitment on Monday...I ate a big mac, fries, and a coke...and it was good.
Beautiful, not sure what to write here, feet.
For the friends and loved ones who read this just to keep up with me, I've moved yet again...well sort of. I moved into my parents house. Gulp, there I said it. I'm still close to the city I work in and my church, but I'm waiting on a rental house to be renovated and in the process felt it better to move back to their new home for a month or so. I perceived this to be a very, very wise idea. However, 14 or so days of 40 minute drives to work(one way), 3 arguments with my kid brother over the blinds in the upstairs bathroom, at least 3 mornings late for work, and 2 days of culture shock considering Wal-mart is the only attraction in this small town...I'm rethinking this decision a bit.Honestly, I say all this in somewhat jest. I find it so interesting though that my life is always in transition these days. I mean maybe I brought it on myself with the whole, "Dear Father, I don't ever want to be comfortable here again. Make me uncomfortable so I may serve you better," Ummm, I guess He might have taken that seriously. Perhaps life has always been this way it just took some growing up to realize it, or maybe my friends are right and I'm just a nomad/vagabond.
Either way I've had days here lately that have been a crazy mix. One day, mild depression. The next day or later the same day, excitement about what the future might hold. Oh and speaking of the future and what my plans are...I have no idea, so don't ask. Hah! I do know this much...it looks like I'll probably finally start school back in just a week or so, I'll hopefully move back to the "big city" soon, and tomorrow I'll be driving 40 minutes to work and looking for a cute cowboy the whole way. Kidding...no seriously.
Even in the down days, the uncertain days, the days where I'm arguing again with my brother to quit rearranging my things, I need to remember to be thankful. Even if I didn't have loving parents who've once again opened their home to me, encouraging and beloved friends, family, a great job, food before me, safety, transportation, not to mention all the material "things" I've accumulated, I'd still have Salvation. And really...shouldn't that be, isn't that enough. Or is it more than enough. I need to let that one sink into my brain for at least the rest of my life.
Just an evening of thought.
p.s. confession is good for the soul. I had a moment of weakness concerning my fast food commitment on Monday...I ate a big mac, fries, and a coke...and it was good.
Beautiful, not sure what to write here, feet.
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