Quarter Life Crisis

I know, it has been forever!!!  0k, so here is a rundown

job:  not so sure if i like it.  actually, trying to look for a new one.  again.  for a couple of reasons.  one.  i am having a very hard time with my supervisior, and i feel increasingly anxious in going to work everyday.  two.  i would kind of like just a regular 8-5 job.  three.  i am not sure i feel called to ministry in a professional capacity anymore.  God and I talked the whole way back to town today from home.  well, actually God listened, and i told him a lot of stuff.  Yeah, so thats wierd, not to know what I am supposed to do or be.

family:  We has a great weekend.  this weekend was the sis’s last weekend home before she packs up her car and heads to FL.  I don’t want her to go!  it was hard, not knowing when i will see her again.

life:  we had a big snowstorm this weekend.  aka, i got snowed in, and didn’t make it back for church.  oh, and i had part one of a root canal on Friday.  I am starting to think he didn’t seal it up very good, because it hurts like none other!

so here is a thought for the day:

There are two types of people in this world.  Ones who always think they will be remembered, and those who think no one will remember them.  I am the latter.  In fact, I am always extremely flattered when someone from my past remembers me.  Which are you?

This morning, I read Psalm 5.  Then I read it in my Message Bible.  Here it is:

Psalm 5

A David Psalm

 1-3 Listen, God! Please, pay attention! Can you make sense of these ramblings, my groans and cries? King-God, I need your help.
   Every morning
      you’ll hear me at it again.
   Every morning
      I lay out the pieces of my life
      on your altar
      and watch for fire to descend.

 4-6 You don’t socialize with Wicked,
      or invite Evil over as your houseguest.
   Hot-Air-Boaster collapses in front of you;
      you shake your head over Mischief-Maker.
   God destroys Lie-Speaker;
      Blood-Thirsty and Truth-Bender disgust you.

 7-8 And here I am, your invited guest—
      it’s incredible!
   I enter your house; here I am,
      prostrate in your inner sanctum,
   Waiting for directions
      to get me safely through enemy lines.

 9-10 Every word they speak is a land mine;
      their lungs breathe out poison gas.
   Their throats are gaping graves,
      their tongues slick as mudslides.
   Pile on the guilt, God!
      Let their so-called wisdom wreck them.
   Kick them out! They’ve had their chance.

 11-12 But you’ll welcome us with open arms
      when we run for cover to you.
   Let the party last all night!
      Stand guard over our celebration.
   You are famous, God, for welcoming God-seekers,
      for decking us out in delight.

and shoot…i ran out of time to write about this!  but i have lots of thoughts.  but i have to go to my work-mandated counseling now…not looking forward to this!

Peace!