Home Sweet Home

mood: still optimistic
listen to: still listening to Vineyard Music, More Than Ever

Usually these updates aren't little. They sometimes expand into what seems like a novel.

I'll try and keep it short.

Well for the appetizer, well start with me moving back my parents. Now it's not as bad as it might sound. I get my own spacious room, with a TV. Who can complain. I seem to have a hard time finding a place to stay. First I was living with my girlfriends family. Then then church parsonage. When we got a new pastor I had to leave. That time was fun time(that was sarcastic). It reminds me of Mosses. How God gave him a rather laid out plan, and Mosses, still questioned God. That is the story of my life. When things happen, like moving, and not knowing where you are going. I start to question, "God where are you?!?". But almost as soon as I ask the question, I seem to get an automated response from God. And the response is similar to how god responded to Mosses, "I will be with you". STOP FREAKING OUT!!! That was another response that I would get. I would also get, "I provide you with all these things: food, clothing, work and friends. Will I just leave you hanging?" Then I start to calm down and holy smoke, things work out. So I moved into a house with an older lady from the church. And the answer is no to the sponge bath! And it was cool there. then I remember praying, asking God to provide some kind of housing before the end of the year. I should really think before I ask, because that exact thing happened. But not how I thought. God is awesome that way. I get a call and is the lady and she said I had to move out because of family drama. So if you could imagine, it's like five days before Christmas and I need to get out of there. So I started to freak out again, not nearly as bad as last time. But freak out non the less. I was in a state of, " where the heck do I go?" So here we have it, I need to get out of there and no place to go. I knew I could go back to the one place I thought I would never go back...my parents house. It was my only choice trust me. So I called my mom and to say the least, was elated to have her prodigal son home again.."for a season", as she puts it. And here I am, writing from my old room, minus the two other bros I shared it with.

Like I said before, it's really not that bad. The relationship between my parents and I has matured. They know this is only temporary, and that I need my space. Which I appreciate. It's almost better than where I lived before. As much as I tried running from this place, I think that after 6 years I am here for a reason. To maybe mend somethings. It's not clear as of right now, but I'm positive that I will gain a clear understating of why I'm here.

Please keep me in your prayers.

Till Next Post,

-Jesse