Listen to my cry for help, my King and my God, for to you I pray.
In the morning, O LORD, you hear my voice; in the morning I lay my requests before you
and wait in expectation.
A year and a half, a whole 18 months, of unemployment is soon approaching. I spent time crying today...a good, good cry...I cried until I was numb again. It's how I have been walking around : numb. I feel as if I am at a place where I can no longer be completely honest on here. For the next month, I am going to take to writing in my private journal instead...where it's safe. I am going to end this time of soul searching...really God searching...with an anniversary getaway with my husband...a time of prayer and reading God's word together for two days (I can't wait!!).
I am thirsty. I know there's a greater purpose on my life. I have been trying to avoid it, make excuses, and quench it with other things. Time to get real with myself and God...and it's not a coincidence that after I had my ugly cry today that he gave me this:
Why spend money on what is not bread, and your labor on what does not satisfy?
Listen, listen to me, and eat what is good, and your soul will delight in the richest of fare.
"See" you all in a month.