My Journal #2

June 4

Here it is a month later and I am late again.  We got moved and things looked good and then at the end of the month everything in our lives has moved the edge of the world ready to drop off.  In six months Both Paul and I have been given goal to meet.  There is no reason or rational to the demand. The rules have changes AGAIN we are at the whim of a nman with napolian syndrome.
At our age we cannot have this uncertainty. I feel like I'm at the edge of a precipace and there is a fog over the edge. 
The only hope I have has the face that I cannot control the situation. I have to continue each day with faith that God knows the situation. He provided the house for us to rent. He will have to provide the job that pays for the rent if this one ceases to continue after 6 months or the first of the year. I sing "I don't know about tomorrow, I just live from day to day, -Many things about tomorrow I don't seem to understand but I know who holds the future and I know who holds my hand"

I'm taking a clas here on WDC and it seem to have opened the door to helping me write with better clarity.  I wish I had a one on one coah that could say, You need a side story here. You need conflict here, you need resolution now and then another build up, another conflict in the side story that ties into the main story.. blah balh and I would have a format to follow to help me get through.  Just seeing a line that waves up and down isn't enough.  Oh well, if wishes were horses beggers would ride.  See you later