Grace boat

With apologies for taking so long to post again...

So I'm still less-than-employed. You can read my post from a couple months ago. I have had some luck with temping, you'll be happy to know, but it hasn't been long-lasting luck, unfortunately.

Being without consistent paid work is difficult, but lately I've been going in and out of a subtle feeling of well-being. God created me, God loves me, I'm not going to starve to death. Not that God doesn't love people who do die of starvation. That's not my point.

I'll try again. Growing up in a suburb, I always felt this push to do well at school, to make sure I got the A, to make the right life decisions, have goals and meet them, don't waste your life. It was a lot of effort to keep the boat from sinking.

This last year my boat has been drifting. But guess what? It still floats.

Turns out that I don't have to be bailing out the water all the time like a crazy person. I can relax a little and see where the current takes me. Maybe my feet will get wet, but I'm a long way from drowning.

Of course sometimes I'm panicky and irritated because it seems like everybody in the town I live in is looking for someone with a personality exactly the opposite of mine. Or different experience. Or whatever.

But these are just waves. And then there is the realization again--God's grace can be trusted.

Blessings on you and your boat.