On Location...

Unfortunately, my week-long vacation is coming to an end.  After a glorious time away from the monotany of routine, I'm actually looking forward to a return to normalcy.  Visiting "family" I didn't know I had, to enjoying another birthday with siblings, I capped off the travels with a few days spent with Mom.  Yoakum is a very unexciting, small country town in the middle of nowhere.  No one ever passes through this sleepy little place on their way to somewhere else.  If a person ever finds themselves there, it's on purpose...a destination of sorts.  Just like everyone else, we headed to the nearest big city of Victoria to satisfy the itch of something to do.  After a few hours of eating and shopping, we had enough.  The next day brought a milder excursion to the city of Cuero: shopping at Wal-Mart and a local thrift store, along with a late lunch at an area restaurant.  Content with our endeavors, we spent my final day in Yoakum by keeping close to the house; however, I did pay homage to family interred in the two cemeteries right down the street.  What kind of son would I be if I didn't pay proper respects to those who have passed on before me?  The alarm clock sounded promptly at four o'clock this morning.  After laying in bed for a few minutes longer, I finally began my day.  As much as I relished the vacation, I'm more than ready to get back to the apartment.  Hopefully I am now rejuvinated enough to conquer the tasks at-hand: looking for employment, researching the family tree, and pressing forward with this new year's reading schedule.  This blog entry is getting written "on location" as I am currently on the Amtrak near the Taylor, Texas stop.  Mom and Step-Dad graciously woke up early in order to drive me to San Marcos in order to drop me off at the train station.  Already two and a half hours into the trip, I'm really enjoying this mode of transportation.  People keep asking if I'm ready yet for the convenience of a vehicle, and I respond in the negative.  Until God blesses, I'm content with His provision.  Once back in Fort Worth, I'll conveniently catch the bus back home.  Then I'll see if there was anything I missed.  Doubtful...!  Until our paths cross again, never forget who our true provision comes from.  Abba Father is my everything and deserves my glory and worship.

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