Globe-Trotter

As I stare down the end of another year, I am surprised at how much life can get crammed into such a short space.  Since Thanksgiving, I have been working with a friend who is employed by Cowtown Covers.  He hired me as his helper on a temporary basis.  It's general day labor type stuff, but I was glad he thought of me to ask.  Certainly I can use the money for living expenses till I can find something more permanent.  When he called me, the only two criteria for working these types of projects was an extra set of hands and the ability to follow instructions.  Knowing there's nothing in life that simple, I couldn't help but chuckle; however, I agreed to check it out nonetheless.  After assembling a few patio covers, I made the determination this type of work wasn't for me.  My friend was very gracious and wasn't offended.  What I really enjoyed about the time spent in this endeavor was getting to know my co-worker.  Now it's back to the job search.  I have had two meaningful interviews with a couple of places on my side of town.  Hopefully I can get one or the other or possibly both.  Anyway...  My sister flew in from Hawaii, and we spent a wonderful Sunday afternoon shopping and eating.  Then she picked me up yesterday in order to take me to her brother's house in Frisco.  I haven't met any of her other family, and I was excited about doing so.  We laughed and fellowshipped...ate steaks and enjoyed a fire on their outdoor patio...swapped gifts and reveled in the warmth of one another's company.  In a few hours, my sister and I will leave for Austin to spend time with another brother.  We shall see what the weekend and next week holds for us.  In the interim, I am blessed beyond measure and in spite of myself.  I am thankful for God's Mercy, not getting what I do deserve, and for His Grace, getting what I don't deserve.  Be sure to count your blessings and see you soon!

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