To Trust Or Not To Trust

Vacation was so much fun...I read a ton (one of my absolute favorite things to do), I wrote in a brand new journal (also a fav), and got to be at the beach literally every day.  But then I get home and it's not so restful.

This week I realized I wouldn't have consistent work (with babysitting or Trackside Grill), which would seem like a nice break normally, but being on a strict budget and already having rested for two weeks, I was ready to work.  So not meeting my financial goals: sucky.

THEN... I also found out that my living situation for next year is unsettled.  I might have to move out of the townhouse, but maybe not?  Either way, moving or not, I have to find more roommates.  ugh.  

So with all of this info being thrown at me the moment I get back in town, made me feel like a slacker for being gone for 2 weeks and slightly stressed with the housing and the money stuff.

But life keeps going, and time goes on, even if we want it to stop.  Or at least slow down so that I can catch my breath.  And Sunday morning rolls around.  I called Trackside in between church and sunday school to see if I could make up for my lack of work at home, and work there this week.  Nope.  My stress level starts to climb.

I feel at a loss, and sort of like a failure and slacker all in one... all in a matter of moments.  I head on to Sunday school and we break into our families (literally with my parents) to read the this week's chapter of Hebrews (see, I go to reallly cool SS class where its mostly parents--its actually THEIR class--and college kids of the parents--we like the teacher).  And Brad, my stepdaddy, starts to read and a start silently crying.  Great.  I am officially nuts.  I try to stop. To calm down, but I can't.  Mom starts to read and I excuse myself to the bathroom, where I proceed to BREAKdown.  Nuts.  I thought I was going to be checked into Charter Wynn.  Geez.

Mom came searching for me after I didn't return like 10 minutes later.  She calmed me down.  

The breakdown didn't help.  Worrying does nothing, except make us haggard and subtracts years from our lives.  That's probably why Jesus tells us not to.  Don'tcha think?

To trust or not to trust.  I choose the trust.  I like trusting.  I'm certainly out of control on all this stuff, so I have no choice but to trust in God's timing (or be move to Millegdeville), while praying for Him to Send Help.

Vacation

So, I just returned from 2 whole weeks at the beach.  It was wonderful.  I celebrated my 20th bday down there too with the fam.  very fun.  Some pics:

Traveled with my best friend, Kayla.  "Wait... where??"  always laughing.  seriously.

Celebrating my birthday with the 'rents. :)

  We went on a "manatee watch tour"  on the night of my birthday.  HAHA!  And saw this poor sailor...owned.

Overall, very relaxing...I read  a TON, but very grateful to be home.