It's late, but I am awake. It has been unbearably hot here, so I am awake. Had a great time at cell group, but that was hours ago and my mind is still reeling. So much to think about. Painting is almost good. The idea is there, but not the vision on how to make it work. Will start again in the morning. Praying.
Money but still sucks. Praying.
Looking forward to having the first Friday dinner night here. We will be doing two this month. One for the peeps in the building here and one for a mix of Circle of Hope and West Chester kids. Can't wait ti see what God has planned.
It's been a week or two of anger and disappointment and I expect I am not feeling much different tonight. Praying.
Went to the Lost Bar with friends from the cell. Love these peeps. Couldn't sleep and went back by myself around midnight. God, in His o so strange ways, opened my eyes to just how ridiculous my temptation is to seek ministry without that "go" is. I love when His voice is so clear. So I went home and worked on a drawing.
Miss you all. Praying for you.
Sweet dreams.
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