Friday

No.....I.....Dea what to write today. Not a clue. One of the oddest weeks in recent memory. I wish I had some clever anecdote to bust over the heads of "both" of my blog followers, but I don't. Perhaps a quip or punchline with a joke to lighten the mood? Nope. Don't have that either. I'm not in the ditch. Was. Not anymore. By no means floating on a cloud either. It's the same outside too (shout out to dad for talking about the weather) whereas it's not too cold, not too hot. Sun isn't out, kind of a light drizzle off and on. Usually a friday will carry with it more joy and momentum. Even that is luke-warm. I leave to go to Dallas on Sunday night - so it doesn't exactly kill the weekend, but it's on the radar. I'll fly out there, and by the time I land and get to the hotel, I'll have missed the first quarter of the Super Bowl - but not the whole game. You see what I'm talking about? Stacie too (my wife). She's not been sick - just worn down. Not bad...not good. So, all of that is to say this. "Praise God." Praise Jesus for average middle-of-the-road moments in life that aren't too good, but aren't too bad either. I'm still heavy in prayer mode for Todd. I quit praying for "that job." I don't want to limit God. I'm now praying for immediate help, purpose, and peace for him. I think God can handle a need like that, can't He? I think He can. I KNOW he can. Sorry if I've been drifting off on the subject of my diet lately. I had to set the pom-poms down for a minute while I focus more on bigger life issues. Make no mistake, I couldn't be happier about how it's going. The fact that I moved to notch #3 on my belt today seems to be overshadowed quite a bit by a desire for peace and provision in my family. I know it's coming. It's the waiting that is killing me. But actually, it's really not. See? It's just one of those days...I guess.