Dinner for Two

So see as I am no long employed I simply don't have the kind of money that I used to. Going out to dinner is something of the past. For now at least. But I had a hungry boyfriend, and nothing at my house so I decided that Chris and I should go to the store and figure something out. I left it up to him to decide what he wanted. He was the hungry one after all. So he found his way to the canned food isle. Now I can't cook, and I really dislike being in the kitchen but when I make up my mind to do something I do it. But Chris was staring at an entire section dedicated to Chef-Boyardee. Come on now, anyone can heat that up! But Chef-Boyardee is what he wanted so Chef is what he got. I grabbed a can of corn to go with it and a loaf of french bread that I buttered and sprinkled garlic on, threw in the oven and about 15 minutes later dinner was served. I did all of this while he frantically worked on his last project for his summer class. Two full bowls, a good portion of corn and one piece of bread later he's still working...

...but he's full. So I'm happy and you know what? I could learn how to cook. For him, I could do anything. And if it saves us from eating Chef-Boyardee I'm even more determined. Because this is my first time having it, and I definitely did not finish even a small bowl.

Finding Peace

I think I know where I belong. I think I know where God wants me to be. I think I know who God wants me to be.

And for the longest time, I finally feel at peace.

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So this my attempt of blogging via my blackberry. See if it works. Currently I'm covering a lunch at the gas station and that consists of doing nothing but sitting in a chair staring out the window. So I thought I'd make better use of my time.

I quit Sam's Club. I can't explain to you how much lighter I feel. Even though technically I don't have a real source of income after next Thursday I'm really not that worried. I have faith that things will work out. That job was killing me in more ways than one. Going on retreat for a few days last month made me see that even more. It was like God reached down to me and told me it was okay to leave. That I didn't need to stress so much about everything. I'll be okay. In the end I always am.

Now if only I could stop my anxiety about other things because I seriously drive myself crazy. I've never wanted anything so much. I want to speed up time and slow it down all at once. It's stupid of me at 20 to feel like I'm getting old. But then again maybe it's because I don't feel just 20. I feel older. I feel ready. No, I am ready. And that's the hard part. Being the only one ready and just having to wait. And perhaps worse not even knowing how long this waiting period will last.

I have a lot of faith in Christ. But I need more, because I'm still a little scared.