help

Yesterday I was struck with something so simple yet so powerful.
Ask God for help.
I do not know why this has not come to me before, maybe because of my stubbornness or my pride. It came to me as I was up the the other night talking with Jay, hearing about the things life has brought him through. My prayers that night seemed refreshing and I felt a sense of humility.

But the next day Satan made me feel inadequate and guilty for asking God for help and favor. Guilt and a lack of confidence washed over me, which began to bring me down. I hate days like that. It can be the smallest thing that can spiral your day down so quickly.

I was working at the hotel and I had given a lady directions to the Walgreens (5 blocks north). I had been somewhat busy and then my day began to slow down. As it began to slow down is when the feelings I described transpired. Literally 30 seconds after these thoughts rushed into my mind, here comes this lady I had sent to Walgreens. Yet, she had a Taco Bell bag in her hand, and she said, "I didn't make it all the way there." I thought in my mind you were so close, only a half block away. I thought, "you've gone so far, why did you give up?" That quickly struck me to the situation I am dealing with. I have made it so far, why would I want to give up. It seems to be getting harder some days, but I know that day will come.

Jay encouraged me to read to the story of Jeremiah. So that is what I will diving into for the next few weeks. Hopefully, God will speak to and through me.

be blessed,
your boy elbow