Here we are again. Another calendar needs to be replaced because it is all used up. I can relate. I just hope I’m not replaced, too.
My 2017 was filled with challenges, heartbreak and sadness balanced by laughter, creativity and friendship.
As I was seeing my rear view of the past twelve months slip away I began setting a new course 2018.
My business venture has been growing too much grass around its tires. It’s high time I took it out for a drive to see what it’ll do.
I plugged in a new item I invested in that will help local businesses with websites stay current with Google’s latest algorithm for being compliant, which means they’ll be happy to show folks to your website when they’re searching for what you have to offer.
I sent out some emails letting some businesses know what I have that will help them. The week between Christmas and New Years is probably the absolute worst time to do such a thing, but I feel like I need to do something different or I will go insane.
So far nobody has either read my emails, or they don’t believe I can help them.
I had Christmas Eve off to put the finishing touches on this program thing. Christmas Day I spent the afternoon with the Apainter Paul’s family. Some other friends from church stopped by. We played a fun game and visited. I had a blast.
I spent Tuesday and Wednesday finding business owners who need what I have to help them with and sent them my brilliant email letting them know how much I’m trying to help them.
I went to bed Wednesday night knowing I had to drive the next two days delivering windows in west Texas.
As my body was winding down and relaxing my phone dinged.
I have a few friends in various parts of the world who prefer Facebook Messenger for contact. I’ve been waiting for my Kentucky friend to call and talk about the rough times she and her family are having. It wasn’t her.
It was my Ugangan daughter, Ruth. She’s in her early twenties and comes to me for advice occasionally. That’s why I consider her my ‘daughter.’
Her church spends three days in prayer and fasting for three days near the end of the year. She wanted to know how they could pray for me.
Not only is Ruth my unofficial unadopted daughter she’s my spiritual sister, too…and a prayer warrior. Yeah, she’s dangerous that way.
So here I am in this space between consciousness, unconsciousness and subconsciousness needing to come up with my most pressing desire for a group of prayer warriors to storm the throneroom of God on my behalf for from the other side of the world.
That’s a dangerous place to place a creative individual into.
In less than two minutes I texted her back that I want a breakthrough in my life in several areas. I mentioned that God knows the details and left it at that.
The next day I realized I came up with my word for 2018…breakthrough.
Every year for the past three or more New Year’s Eves I’ve wondered where I’ll be in twelve months. Every New Year’s Eve I’m still struggling in my old 700 square foot apartment with barely any money in the bank and Clifford, the big red van, is another year older.
My love life has been struggling to find a new breath of fresh air.
My driving job is becoming more of a challenge than I wish it was.
My writing has been stalled on many fronts for quite a while now.
On a good note my walk with God has never been stronger. Struggling should do that for folks but not if you feel God has to “bless” you if you’re His child.
God is blessing me, just not in the traditional way of most people’s definition of blessing. I appreciate His way of looking at things better now.
I’ll let y’all know that there’s a movement underfoot that will likely get things moving in a positive direction for most, if not all, fronts in my life.
I’ll still have to drive through the night sometimes. Hopefully not many more times. I think a new company name will be appearing on my paychecks soon. Please pray for guidance for me there.
There’s been a possible first contact with a lady friend that could lead somewhere. Perhaps just a better friendship, maybe more. Pray for God’s will there.
The writing is bound to move at some time. The illustrator for the storybook app has been under attack lately again. Prayers for God’s intervention for Dyann and her family are greatly appreciated.
It has always appeared that things are in place for my breakthrough to occur for quite awhile now. With enough folks praying for such to happen for me in 2018 I think this might be the year I stop being so invisible.
It’s not that I want to be famous. I’m too comfortable being invisible. God needs folks to know who I am so they’ll listen to me, read my stuff and hear about His Son Jesus to further his kingdom, not mine.
That’s the cross I’m called to bear for Him in the next phase of my life.
That’s what I get for praying for Him to use me anyway He wants to.
I pray you stretch out of your comfort zone to be better used by God this year, too.
I’ll see you later. Wade