I wake up in the morning. Time for another day of work! I sigh and get out of bed, grab a quick bite to eat and then go to my 8-5 job. It doesn't pay that well, but it keeps food on the table. If I had my choice I would be doing something else, but I don't really know what that would be so until then I am grateful for this job that keeps me going. It is a gift from God.
When I get home I'll either call up some friends to hang out, maybe play a game of chess, or basketball or just hang out. A lot of my neighbors drink, but I try to stay away from too much of that. My weekends are pretty full with church activities, I enjoy worship music so I help with the worship team when I can. I will be leading at the end of this month.
That's my life, I'm happy and God has given me the grace of his salvation. What else could I ask for?
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Who is this? Is this me in Los Angeles or Mark in the slums of Botocan?
In the midst of the differences... the similarities are striking.
Thoughts?
Friday, August 1, 2008
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