It’s been a while and I’m not even sure that anyone reads what I write here at all but here I am. This is more for me anyway.
Jolene is laying beside me sleeping. I like to call her Jols these days and can’t hardly believe it’s been over 7 months. It seems like every day something that fit her yesterday is now, suddenly, too short.
Life seems a bit hard lately and I’m a bit tired, all the time. I miss people who’ve made poor choices and don’t want anything to do with me so I feel silly. I just want to find a job but it’s the last thing coming to me easily. Jordan and I are trying to decide if he quits his second job if God will show up and provide and days like today where almost all our money is “spent” as soon as it’s automatically deposited into our account (don’t worry, got enough groceries to last two weeks) make me think we’d be crazy to quit and just assume everything will work out. Or are we crazy not to trust. hmm.
