…or how trying to hurry up is not what God is trying to teach us.
Let’s face it. If we were all perfect we would have the patience of an oak, the understanding of a sage, and the wisdom of a guru, but we’re not, so we don’t. That is why we all look for things in our lives that enrich us, whether that be literature, soothing music, or lessons from God, which usually come from reading the bible and when we pray for something.
This week has brought new determination in my heart, and motivation to keep things moving in a positive direction. I refuse to let the sorrow that side-railed me last week come into my heart and spirit again. I have too many things to do, too many people to help, and far too many plans to make to let depression and hopelessness take me over.
I am doing better by leaps and bounds. I have found employment through the freelance agency. It’s not much for wages, but it is a start. My new client is going to give me a rave review on the service which will help me get more jobs in the future. As for everything else, we are taking it day by day, one prayer at a time. I think we have already resigned to the fact that we are going to move in with Henry’s sister. This means we will be on the bus line, and Henry will be able to get back and forth to work. I love Louisiana, and I am grateful for Valerie for letting us come here and stay, but the opportunities are not what we thought they were going to be.
The upside to the move is that we will closer to my friends that I have made while I was living in GA, and being able to take the bus means we will be able to meet them and spend time with them. I will miss Louisiana, but, when, not if, we are back on our feet and rolling again, we wouldn’t mind coming to visit.
It’s been a few days, and I am sorry about that. I have been fighting depression, and with the help of my husband, my brothers and sisters in Christ, prayers, and Joseph, I have finally gotten it licked. I have been through homelessness, living with my parents, and now living with a friend, and now, I am facing yet another move. This had me worried, stressed, and utterly distraught. All I wanted to so was curl up in a ball, and make the world go away. It would be another move, another location, another few weeks of praying for employment, still haven’t found that, or some way to pay the bills. My cell phone was cut off due to lack of funds. My mother, bless her heart, added us onto her plan, but has told me that she will no longer be able to help out by paying our storage, which may lead our things being auctioned off to who-knows-where. I am determined, still to find something to generate money. I have tried Go Fund Me, and I have had a few wonderful friends help out in that manner, but the last few times I posted the link for help, I think they may have gotten tired of seeing it, or they could no longer help.
There is a lot to take in with this Chapter in Matthew. There is a lot to assimilate, pray over, meditate on, and learn. I would start with the judging, but I have already done that one here. I did read, and re-read the rest of the chapter in hopes that something will come to me, but then, I just decided to let it flow when I opened my blog to write about what I had read. Not the best thing to do it, but sometimes, I get blessed, and the words flow like a river.
Mother’s are truly wonderful. Just as our phone was cut off because of our joblessness, My mom, Bless her, added us to her cell phone plan. We are going to send her money as soon as we find employment. I may grouse sometimes about her, but I love my mom, and miss her terribly sometimes.
Shall we go onto the reading?
Assignment: Genesis 20-22 and Matthew 6 19-34
She’s my sister?
At first, I was wondering why Abraham, for the second time, had lied to a king about his wife and called her his sister. I thought it was through cowardice, and I still may lean that way a bit, but not entirely now. Looking into these chapters, I think this was how Abraham was proving to God who was righteous and who was not. Why? Well, I realized that Sarah never complained about Abraham calling her his sister. She could have, but she didn’t. She went right along with it.
…Or “What The Heck, Lot?” and Learning to do for others, and Praying.
Yep, I am still at it. Plugging along reading, really reading the Bible, and taking a close look at the meaning behind it all, and making my own little comments along the way. having people to discuss it with makes me look forward to reading my passages in the morning and opening up this blog, and letting the words flow onto the screen.