I feel like as a writer I narrate my life as I go. In my head that is. This past month has been a slot of bad luck as in no sales finding myself alone with no food,no gas money. At David’s Tent the worship event God told me he knew of my disappointments. I woke up this morning to finally be excited to a decent check I couldn’t go one more day without money or food and something happened .85 cents is glaring at me in my account. Where is my direct deposit? It’s every Wednesday night for almost 2 years. As I lay and write this I wonder why God. I’m sure it will come maybe a glitch in the system but honestly my entire life is a glitch. So bad I have nicknames for my bad luck. A promised breakfast before school with my daughter to go out was very exciting idea last night, how will I tell her the news. Sometimes I don’t even feel like praying but I know God is here he told me. But what is the purpose is hardship, hardship that never ends. I need to search out the answer.