My deepest apologies to those who, again, have been eagerly anticipating my drivel for the past week or so. I have been swamped with the passionate goings on of my church as well with the frustrating passion that is my quest for a job. But it appears that this frustration might be on the verge of some sort of transition. I’ve found a job doing direct marketing and sales for Reliant Energy, which is strictly commission, but I hope and trust that it will be more fruitful than any low-wage salary I could earn elsewhere. Did you know Abilene has the lowest average wage in the state of Texas? Boy, does that ring true.
As I was saying, it seems that the drought might be ending. My quest for God’s direction has not, however. I am still thoroughly convinced that there is something else afoot; I simply must endure this period of time and perservere until it comes. And when that time comes, it will be so sweet to taste. Manna is being provided now, but I still long for the land of milk and honey. The wilderness is frightening, but the promise is comforting. The tomorrow I’ve been praying for will soon arrive in the morning. Prayer has never been to me what it has been to me this past year. I hope I can maintain it’s frequency in my life. I thank God for His mercy and provision thus far. I can only boast in what He has done, not what I have done. Though I may not always know what God is doing, may I know that what He is doing is always best. May I live not on explanations, but on promises.