Journey of a Thousand Miles

Maybe I don't realize just how lucky I am. I just got a full-time job in retail when thousands of people are being laid-off in the same industry.  So many people are being affected by the economy, but God has chosen to bless me financially and give me a better income.  And even though He has chosen to bless me, I still find ways to be dissatisfied with my work situation: the fact that I have to leave behind familiarity, drive further, buy a whole new wardrobe, get to know new people, and I won't be getting paid as much as I asked for (though it's still more than I'm making now).  After awhile, I have to stop myself and ask, "Are you seriously complaining about this blessing?  What is wrong  with you?!  You asked God to bless you, and when He did, you had the audacity to complain about it?!"  Sometimes I make myself sick.  There are people who can barely pay their bills, while I enjoy typing on my brand new $1000 MacBook, and I complain that God is not answeri

I go through certain times in my life when I become very convicted with the way I treat people and the way I think.  I want to like people, and I want to be nice to them, but sometimes I get so irritable and impatient with people that I start to lash out and hate them.  This is not the kind of person I want to be.  I want to be likable and agreeable.   It has also come to my realization that sometimes I blame my circumstances for why I can't be a "better person."  Everyone is given different circumstances, some harsher than others, but it's not our circumstances that decides our destiny.  It's what we do  with those circumstances that decide our destiny.  I can blame the people around me for my own poor character, but even if I change the people I'm surrounded by, I'm still left with my own poor character.  God doesn't judge us on the people we're surrounded by or the circumstances we're in.  He judges us on what we do  with those circumstances

It's been awhile since I've made a post, mostly because I just haven't felt inspired to write. Actually, I haven't been inspired AT ALL. Things in my life are just bland right now, and I don't have enough around me to keep me motivated. Work is tiring and doesn't pay enough, I'm tired of living with my parents, and I just don't have much of a social life to keep me going. The social life I do have consists of people that I have little in common with, besides a few close friends, so the more I spend time with them, the less fulfilling I feel. I guess that's just it. I don't feel fulfilled. I feel very empty and devoid of any meaning right now. I need to be out and about. I'm a person who needs alot of excitement and adrenaline in my life, and Houston just doesn't have it for me. I need to be around people my own age who are just as adventurous and ambitious as me, who lift me up instead of tear me down, who bring out the best in