Motivation is ever harder to come by. The more I have to do, the more I stand still.
We’re down to pennies again, not for lack of work on my part, or valuable work, but slow payments, jobs not completing or dragging out. The cycle seems never ending and tiresome, and endless requests for stability seem not to be what God is intending for us right. Our family is happy, whole, and growing in our own imperfections, and faith and silence heed the peace we seek, more than money or things or status.