Lighthouse in the Storm

This is a crazy world we live in.  A lot has happened the previous few weeks, and I have a feeling this is only the beginning.  I was very pleased to see the high turnout for the Presidential Election.  Without suggesting which candidate would be best suited for office, I implore people to exercise their civic duty in determining who leads this nation.  Forgive the course phrase but "Don't bitch if you don't vote!"  That's all there is to it.  In order to exercise my personal autonomy in the public arena of life, I must first undertake the prerequisite actions: voting, staying informed by listening to the news, engaging in local government, and so much more.  We shall see what the eventual conclusion is to the mess of legal challenges and time-consuming recounts.  In the meantime, I must focus on yours truly and my overall health and well-being.  A paltry effort has been made in looking for employment.  A little over one week ago, I did have an interview with and job offer from Chick-Fil-A.  As much as I was flattered by the easy job find, I declined the offer.  Even before starting with the company, my heart wasn't in it and I knew the job wouldn't last.  On Monday, I took the train to Grapevine in order to apply for employment with Ole Grapevine Cigars.  They weren't currently looking to hire anyone; however, I felt the time invested in checking wasn't wasted.  Roughly two weeks ago I purchased a monthly bus pass, which includes the two area trains.  (Hence the trip to Grapevine.)  Except for washing clothes, not having a vehicle hasn't had much impact on basic routines.  If anything, riding public transportation has helped to minimize frivolous outings that distract from more important tasks.  Instead of putting off painting the kitchen by heading to the coffee shop, I am more prioritized in what needs to be done.  Friends and family members have also been extremely helpful in the transition.  Surely I'll figure out something concerning laundry.  Thanksgiving and Christmas are almost upon us.  This year has flown by incredibly fast.  Every day I ask myself if I'm making the most of what God has given me and if I have been obedient to His higher call.  I  must regretfully confess I have been deficient on both counts.  The spiritual relationship is a journey that will bring out the best and the worst in me.  I must not become despondent when I fail, nor arrogant when I excel.  Each day is a new, clean canvas that can become a masterpiece to the Sovereign Lord of the Universe.  

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