Good times.

I think I've been trying to do too much over the weekends...I do this because during the week I feel tethered to a sensless job, and on weekends I am able to do things I enjoy...or things that really matter to me. I guess I just described most of middle America.

But there just isn't enough time... I feel this always.

In heaven, we won't be constrained in this manner. We'll sit with one another, share a meal, talk and fill each other with laughter...while never feeling the urge to check our wrists or think about where we have to be next... and I'll never again say or hear the words: "it's getting late." I will never again feel that soft melancholy whisper to my soul that an evening drive to Prescott, or a quiet conversation on the beach, or a rare night out with old friends has ended too soon...

Imagine, no more early morning appointments following a late night.

I feel a bit anxious today...Truth be told, I've felt this way for the last month. I took about a 70% pay cut, because business has been very poor. We will be closing shop at the end of April, but until then, I have to try and clear out our inventory, only nobody seems to want to spend money right now... After my bills are paid, I have next to nothing... and yet I'm finding it difficult to adjust my lifestyle accordingly...

Been runnin' up my plastic -Aimee Allen

I will say that being relatively poor does alter your perception a bit. I can't express just how grateful I was, when Cliff took me out to dinner last night. Or when he wrote me a small check for money he owed me...which I used to fill up my truck this morning. I appreciated these, I really did.

I guess in it and through it...I can thank God, not necessarily for my empty bank account because that'd just be ridiculous... but because even through this situation I know that I will again learn something beautiful...

something about Him and how I can be more like His Son...

And if there's one thing I've learned in the last year...it's that not a moment of our struggles, not a tear, not a restless night... is ever wasted...

Because He lives.