Breaking the law four days consistantly...

I bore shame as I realized that my car had gone uninsured. That changed today.

I have just carried a great sense of blessing over the last week. I started A&E last wednesday and everyday has been refreshing. Working 8-5 brings a sense of structured-ness to my weekly schedule and the people i work with are co-workers I've yearned for. Although I don't know if they are christians, they are fun and some-what ... mature.

My job is... kind of a random job. Basically, architects send their drawings to A&E and then tell general contractors to buy blueprints from us for a small or large negotiated fee and then the general contractor will use the plans as a tool to place a bid to build the project.... um, woah. All over the place. Ok, so the job in detail doesn't sound very exciting... but I'm being serious... I feel like I feel a good niche at this job. The work atmosphere is very comfortable and I have confidence I'll be able to advance through the ranks.

God is good. He does great things. It just takes a mindset that stays aware to notice such things.

Because of our Lord who worked for his keep,
Potter

I CAN'T POST ON YOUR BLOG!?!?!...

oopsy.

Yeah, so i changed settings without knowing what i was doing. It's ok, you can post now. Except for spam commentors... they don't make me smile much. Don't worry though, God loves you. Until you call his house with foolishness. Then his wrath becomes fury. I should know. My spam prayeres didn't get much response.

Today was a day of rest. A day of transition if you will. Tomorrow I start my new job. I think I'll like it. Today, I spent time at the church helping...well, trying to help organize the housing arrangements. I helped take a few matresses to a family who evacuated East New Orleans. And then I sat. Hey, I can call the 'seventh day' if I need it. '

Hey, i'll appreciate some prayers for tomorrow. I pray that tomorrow goes well and... well, that people like me :) I mean, not asking this in like in a self-depressive, low-egotistical kind of fashion. Just that, I don't have many friends since I am new to Houston and I could use more. A&E will be a good avenue for such things. God is good. I have faith things are working out.
Hey, this isn't fair, I want to pray for you too. You should leave prayer requests in the comment section. Just a thought.

I hope you have a blessed day today,
Jeremy

"Do you know of any Mercernaries?...

we might need them to get back in New Orleans."

Silly Mrs. Moisyev, mercernaries are for Russia! Mrs. Moisyev is an incredibly cute little russian woman, complete with accent and all. She is a regular guest who is the russian translator for the cosmonaut in the ISS. She lives in New Orleans and she has been desperatly looking for her parents whom she hasn't heard from since the Hurricane. She always carries this smiley, negotiable attitude when she comes to the front desk. Her head barely comes above the counter and her glasses magnify her piercing eyes as she looks up at me. She makes me smile... especially when she is weird... in a russian way.

Mom and I made to her house in LaPlace, LA and happy to report that the house has been saved. Ironically, there was litterally no visable damage. The only inconvenience out of the storm is that Mom's fortress gate drooped a little from it's hinges. (no, for real, it's a fortress gate complete with a big ole plank to secure the door).

We've been blessed. Everyday, the news from the southern gulf gets worse, especially New Orleans. We miraculously escaped damage from the hurricane. However, my hometown Chalmette is a different story. My friends houses lay under 15 feet of water. Some families are trapped in the attics, waiting for that magical sound of an axe breaking through the roof. The hearts and strength of the rescue workers are heroic. I ask God for His blessings on their efforts as well and the welfare of the refugees.

Sure, I wondered if God's intention was to strike down New Orleans. Although it's a convenient assumption, I have nothing to back up that claim. No, I'm for real. Gabriel is still yet to come and tell me such things. It's ok, I don't feel rejected. God's angels don't appear to me frequently. They probably have better things to do than settle my musings. However, if good ole Gabe were to come right now, I'll probably forget about New Orleans, thus nothing would get settled about that issue.

Hurricane Katrina actually opened great opportunities and windows in the southern states. Houses, cars, furniture, money, etc has been stripped away from almost 4.5 million people. The aftermath tested, strengthened, and built personal relationships. Thousands of people are rushing to the aid of strangers. After days of relentless silence, loved ones reunite with running hugs, sighs of relieve, and tears of joy. Friends rejoice with families who frantically greet relatives who were once thought to be dead. God had been pleaded to through thousands of prayers and meditations of the past few days. Hey, you should donate a little to the american red cross! You'll be helping out my friends in New Orleans. It'll be appreciated...

Because of our God who makes starting over possible,
Potter