I could really use some help, guys. I’m in the worst financial struggle I’ve been in since my house fire in 2010. I’ve got a ton of work coming up, but that isn’t helping me now. There’s some very good things on the horizon, just need to get through the short term.
And I’m tired. Physically, mentally, and emotionally exhausted. I’ve been getting my butt whooped for a year now, and I’m absolutely spent. I got nothing left except my Savior and my wife.
I’m the guy everyone comes to for advice, prayers, and encouragement, and I am completely and totally broken. And still, as financially distraught as I am, I sent $100.00 to an old friend last week whose truck was broke down on the road, and I bought 2 gallons of kerosene for a guy the other night, AND gave him $20.00. This has its own story, too: short version- I stopped to get kerosene close. No bueno. I grumbled and mumbled about having to drive into town for it. Ran into a guy who needed a little help. Realized that God wanted me to help that guy. Felt like crap for not listening to the Lord and thanking Him for setting me straight.
I know we’re supposed to be humble and broken before the King, but do we have to be broke? Can’t I do more service in His name as a financially stable steward?
I’m tired, guys....just beat-down, beat-up tired. I need prayer. I need healing. I probably need a good, stiff drink and a kick in my ass, too.
Thank GOD I have Shari, and thank GOD we are healthy.
Sorry for the gloom, guys....
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And I’m tired. Physically, mentally, and emotionally exhausted. I’ve been getting my butt whooped for a year now, and I’m absolutely spent. I got nothing left except my Savior and my wife.
I’m the guy everyone comes to for advice, prayers, and encouragement, and I am completely and totally broken. And still, as financially distraught as I am, I sent $100.00 to an old friend last week whose truck was broke down on the road, and I bought 2 gallons of kerosene for a guy the other night, AND gave him $20.00. This has its own story, too: short version- I stopped to get kerosene close. No bueno. I grumbled and mumbled about having to drive into town for it. Ran into a guy who needed a little help. Realized that God wanted me to help that guy. Felt like crap for not listening to the Lord and thanking Him for setting me straight.
I know we’re supposed to be humble and broken before the King, but do we have to be broke? Can’t I do more service in His name as a financially stable steward?
I’m tired, guys....just beat-down, beat-up tired. I need prayer. I need healing. I probably need a good, stiff drink and a kick in my ass, too.
Thank GOD I have Shari, and thank GOD we are healthy.
Sorry for the gloom, guys....
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