I hate that I only get to talk on here on Sunday to pray for the week ahead. It's just the way it's been with the moving and the juggling of the funds, and my life trying to be my life, I don't know it too well anymore. I sometimes question why I decided to move when it's costing me so much money and then, when I sit here and I am troubled by the dilapidated state of this place, I think why not move. The weirdest thing with this move is my family is supporting me completely. This was the total oppositie when I moved in here, they didn't think I should so they just sat back and wtahced me struggle with my move. Now, they wanna help me, they feel I need help, I am so used to moving myself that I don't really think I need help all that much. I am just frightened by my decision. I hate being this frightened by a plot I concocted but I am. And what a stealthy plot it is. I want this to succeed, I want it to have been a good idea, and I hope it turns out to be, but again I thought up this saga, so I should live to see the plot twist at the end.
Father Lord I pray for your grace, mercy and protection and your loving Hand to guide me through all my anxiety and uncertainty and doubt, and to lead the way so I can gently follow. In your mighty name I pray that this is a good week for us all. In Jesus name, I ask of thee, Amen.
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