Time...Where did it go?

Wow!  Much to my surprise, I have not written in a month.  This is a brutal reminder how precious time is and how is it no respecter of person in the way it passes quickly by.  It is in such instances, regardless of the words spoken, my actions loudly proclaim my true priorities, along with how truly disciplined and diligent I may or may not be.  At the first of this month I was given notice by the landlord of his intention to have his family move into the house in which I reside.  So after three and a half years at the same place of residence, I am forced to uproot myself for a new "pad."  This is truly unsettling as I look for appropriate and affordable housing.  Thankfully I have found a place to stay temporarily, but I am still in need of a more permanent dwelling.  This is prompting thoughts of purchasing a house (home).  As with most changes and/or growth in life, this is for the better as it prevents stagnation.  In addition, I am still trying to get everything squared away for the fall semester at The University of Texas in Arlington.  Believe it or not, I am excited about the classes I will take, but I am not thrilled about the school of "choice."  I say "choice" because it was not my first, second, or third school I looked at attending.  Again, this may become a hidden blessing in time.  In the midst of all these changes and events swirling around me, I am achieving my goals for the summer.  The first is my goal of reading.  Currently I am reading Charles Dickens Great Expectations.  Later on in July I will go camping again before the fall semester begins.  I must be reminded periodically of the need for balance.  Thank you God for your master plan and direction of this life.  You are truly in charge whether or not I think you are.

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