She’s right. Here I am, sitting in my room with the debris of the past six months around me. The past four and half years seem like such a waste, but I know they weren’t. God will pull things from those experiences that I’ll be able to use later on, and minister to other people. I can’t believe myself sometimes. I haven’t been able to see past the next month for as long as I can remember, and I even had myself convinced that I saw things far and wide. Well, reality check for Matt. I was about to be a window blind designer. *insert stream of expletives here*
I have talents, and skills, and abilities. I can take initiative; I have an analytical mind, and a decent amount of intelligence. And my God is bigger than this pathetic computer screen and apartment. He can accomplish miracles. I know what the desire of my heart is, and I’m going for it. Whatever it takes. Heh. I’m never going to have enough money anyway, but here I go.
This is it. This really is it.