Woe is me... right?

Things are tough all over, aren't they? They are in Houston fo' sho'. Mostly money woes. Now tell me if this isn't the picture of insanity: I get all upset about how much money I've spent, so I go shopping. Makes a ton of sense. In High School I used to say "Giving away money is like giving away your problems." Easy to say when it's NOT YO' MONEY. I bought 60 dollars worth of books yesterday. Did you catch that? SIXTY DOLLARS. And no book was more than $6. Yes, that means I got a ton of books. Time to "get literate." Maybe with more reading, I'll be a better writer, and stop saying things like "fo' sho'" and "not yo' money." Then again it's mostly historical fiction, so my writing could get really weird really quick.

I have 5 more work days, and then I'm out of here. I'm driving to Chickasha first (holla' if you want me to stop by and see you) to hang out with Scotti O. Then I'll be making the very short trip (in comparison) to Broken Arrow. I'll be very glad to be home. And I'm glad my mom and I 86'd the trip to Branson. Apparently it's simply an entertaining rest place for the old and infirm.

Lastly, I would like to share with you my "sustaining song." I've felt very powerless lately, even in my own life. And when I sing this song to myself, I am reminded of One who is all powerful. Read the lyrics. Sing it to yourself. Tell me if you don't feel the same.

How deep the Father's love for us,
How vast beyond all measure
That He should give His only Son
To make a wretch His treasure

How great the pain of searing loss,
The Father turns His face away
As wounds which mar the chosen One,
Bring many sons to glory

Behold the Man upon a cross,
My sin upon His shoulders
Ashamed I hear my mocing voice,
Call out among the scoffers

It was my sin that held Him there
Until it was accomplished
His dying breath has brought me life
I know that it is finished

I will not boast in anything
No gifts, no power, no wisdom
But I will boast in Jesus Christ
His death and resurrection

Why should I gain from His reward?
I cannot give an answer
But this I know with all my heart
His wounds have paid my ransom