Life.

Right now, life is full of PROtonix, tramadol, and hemocyte. A 87 year old dad that refused to chew with his mouth closed, and a 79 year old mother who seems to dwindle away every day.

It is so easy for me to doubt God. Why can't I just go to college like all my friends? What's up with a minimum wage job and a community college where 3/10 students have unbearable body odor?

God never gives us more than we can handle. Count it all joy when trials come your way. Joy comes in the morning. If God is for me, who can be against me?

Somewhere along the way I had to stop singing the words and raising my hands and actually start living the words and lay down my pride.

All I know is, God has a plan for all of this. Even when my mother doesn't know who I am, I have to praise god. Even when I spend 15 minutes trying to figure out how to get my dad off the floor, he is making all things work together for his good.

Going from head faith to hand faith is painful. It's sucks. God loves me, my family, and He hasn't turned his head.


...right?