Brokenness (is where I need to be)

Last night I was praying.

I’m in a tough place with work.  I don’t have much of it.

My pride tells me I need to get moved out of my parent’s house, but I’ve literally contacted everyone I know about work, and lots of people say they want to hire me but there’s no work.

I was telling this to God last night, and I just felt peace.

Peace that it’s going to be okay.

Peace that God’s got my back.

Peace that I can’t do much to remedy my situation.

Suddenly, I was happier with life, knowing the truth.

I am weak and broken, and I just want Jesus.

He will provide for me.