Friday, September 13, 2013

9/12/2013

A Home Without Walls

Entry #3

9/12/2013

9:06 P.M

By : Ray (The Night Author) Homan

Today another miricle happened, Mom received an interview for a job. Because of her history as a book-keeper, she relies on jobs through the staffing company Express.

Her current contact, Adam, works in Express and aids her to receive jobs. Adam here lately has been somewhat a slacker, just picture me sounding like that bald dude from Back to the Future. However, she had contact with a person named Faith. I am uncertain if the others catch that irony, but I do. Anyway, Faith was going to check with Adam to get a copy of Mom's resume, but as I mentioned Adam is a slacker, so he did not have a copy of one. So, Mom sped down through Tyler this morning to get to Faith as soon as possible with a resume. Charlie and I held onto whatever we could in the truck as she raced to the office. There were times that I had to close my eyes to pray for God to keep us safe as she nearly reared a truck in front of us!

I plan to extend my lessons out here by disconnecting myself from Facebook and Twitter, which I had been keeping up with posts here and there on my phone. I also will be limiting down the use of my electronic cigarette to early mornings and night. The reason why I am limiting myself is because the heat messes with the coils in my Pro Tank 2 and I go through the little coils too quickly and the vapor tastes weird. So, removing myself from Facebook and Twitter along with limiting down my favorite e-cig, you can imagine how I am going to be twisted up by the end of the day.

However, I do look at this as a lesson plan from God. I have been suffering from personal issues at the moment, most I do not care to write about because they are too damn silly to discuss, but I felt a tug at my heart to limit myself off of nicotine and remove myself from the social network. I don't know what he is going to do with me, but I feel he is going to mold me into something new. I just hope he keeps the Night Author side of me.

Shorty (Sara) is losing her mind, she said today; at her job, there is a woman that plays country music every hour on the hour. "I hate country," she said at our soup dinner tonight, "it is so damn depressing that it makes me sick." What I find funny is that back when she was a child, Shorty loved country music and in fact had country life flowing through her veins. Funny how everything changes as you get older.

There is a threat that we might not make it next week, but with the new jobs coming in, positivity is flowing through the camp. I am excited about this because when we first were evicted, I honestly thought that Mom and Charlie were going to lose their minds.

I am grateful to God for the chances he is giving us.

--Night

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