Six months of 2018 are behind us now. Has this year been all you hoped it would be so far? Not for me.
Oh, there were signs things would be changing. A few hopeful sparks rose from the fire only to sputter out quickly.
A partial inheritance helped for a couple of months. Now I’m back to hoping the rent clears the bank before other bills hit the same account.
Some investments need to come through positively this week for me to come out in the black. Please pray they do.
I remember my word for the year is Breakthrough. I’m close but not quite there.
My mouse book is at an interesting point of its journey. A publisher is interested in it, but they want me to have an agent before they contract it.
They gave me three agent names to contact. I did with only one of them responding back so far.
After I sent the interested party what they asked for I’ve been put on hold thus far. That’s the writing business for you.
There’s no guarantee of a contract at this point, but this is as close as I’ve come to one.
Work is slowing down now, too. I thought the holiday week would have more calls for me to cover for drivers taking this week off…not yet.
The Apainter Paul had a couple of big jobs come through, but they’re done now.
As I write this early Sunday evening I have no work lined up for this week. That could all change with one phone call.
Then there’s this woman in my adult fellowship who caught my eye. I guess the fear of being rejected again is too overwhelming for me to take that chance to ask her out. I thought I would do it Sunday but didn’t.
I’m tired of being stuck in this rut.
I hope I’ve hit rock bottom now.
It sure feels like there’s no place to go but up.
Please pray for what I told Ruth to pray for me for at the end of last year…a breakthrough. Otherwise I feel like I might break through.
I’m sorry if I’ve depressed you with my post here. I’m just being real now. If you’re still here I know you care. Thank you.
I need all the friends I can get right now.
I’m tired. I know that doesn’t help.
I remember a pastor say he met an inmate who told him he has an acronym to help him not make bad choices…HALT.
He doesn’t make any big decisions if he’s Hungry, Angry, Lonely or Tired.
I’m well fed and not mad at anybody right now, except maybe myself.
I used to hit this funk in winter back in Michigan. I’ve been running in the hot Texas sun too often for that to be the case now.
Please pray as the Spirit leads you. And, Steve, I’m apparently available for lunch if you’re available today. Give me a call.
I’ll see you later. Wade
