Well, what’s new?
I haven’t been a good blogger this week but that’s okay. My job has had me working a lot of day shifts (yay!) so that means getting up earlier and less motivation to work out, lol. I feel like every morning I wake up and I’m like okay! Elliptical, now! But it doesn’t always work out because I really like sleep and I don’t know what it is about this rain but it keeps me down for the count. It was raining last night, in fact, and I was sitting in my Grandpa’s garage playing the piano as we listened to the rain together.
The Lord has revealed to me that I have purpose here in San Diego. I don’t know what it is but there’s something here to be seen, heard, and learned. This place isn’t just a stopover. Nor is it a forever place. This, too, shall pass. Until that time I need to be busy. What’s next on the agenda? I work part time for Cost Plus and I go to church on Sundays. I go out with my co-workers. I call my mom once a week. But really, what’s next for me?
I need to dig into the Word. I need to hear from the Lord. My hope and my prayer is to find a good Bible study in the near future. I was looking at classes last night and we have a local Art Academy. I’m no artist but it might be good for me to step into the shoes of an artist and see what happens. I don’t know. I’ve really been thinking I need to get my ass in gear and take a class–do something–that will get me on my feet. In the book of Daniel, Daniel was given a time of education for 3 years before his life in the kingdom really took off, working for the Lord and discerning dreams.
I went and saw my friend Jeanne in Escondido yesterday. I hadn’t had my hair cut since August and she was willing to do it for me…for free!!! I was so blessed not only by her hair skills but also by her company. We were sitting at her dining table and I was staring out the window looking at the trees and the sunlight and I told her it was so beautiful out here, I couldn’t believe it. She then told me a story about how years ago she told the Lord she wanted to live somewhere beautiful, specifically on a hillside. It didn’t happen. But one day she was in her living room and she got a hankering to move her furniture around (you see where this is going…) and when she moved her couch across the room and she sat there, she gazed out the window and it hit her–
she was gazing at a hillside. Technically she was downhill from it, rather than uphill, but it was what she wanted. It was a change of perspective.
Blessings to all my friends….