Do you ever have days that feel like a dream? It’s as though everything is a wee bit fuzzy and your head is in the clouds. I’ve accomplished quite a bit today, but I still feel like someone has stuffed cotton in my brain.
Probably, it’s due to all the things that are up in the air. My grandma’s health is still debatable. I still haven’t heard about my second interview and have not secured a FT job after all these months. There are about a dozen gigs/ministries/items that I am responsible for in the next three months, but I’ve gone about as far as I can go planning on my end. I continue to wait.
God is good. He provides abundantly, and even when things look bleak I know He’s here holding us up and fueling our movements.
So I’m heading up to the attic to compose another song on my piano and hopefully gain some motivation.