Well hello, February. And goodbye.
Another month disappears like the vapor from a tea kettle.
And still no work to be found.
How is that possible? I know I have the abilities, but the means escape me.
I've never fought so hard to make a living.
I've lost count of the amount of applications I've filled out, or the number of potential employers who have received my resume.
How could so much work result in so little response?
I've often thought that maybe it's something I have done, or forgotten to do. A man of so many talents spread out over several areas with nothing that really does stand out.
I prayed and cried out; and like David, feel as if my cries fall on deaf ears. Even though I know it's not true.
Despair creeps in like a sickness. Tempers flare, and frustration becomes a constant battle, something that must be controlled. Yet love always sees to win. Hugs abound. "I'm sorry" a constant refrain.
Money is slowly disappearing. Soon there will be none left. How will I provide?
"Trust Him", they say. "It will come." George Mueller often comes to mind.
It's an easy thing to teach principles of belief and faith. I promise you, though, it is an entirely different thing to live it.
And for now, live it I must.
