You Can't BUY Happiness...

"Yes you can. That's just a lie we tell poor people to keep them from riotting."
-Gabrielle (Desperate Housewives)

Last weekend was so amazing at Soul Link. God's presence was so evident and I can see God touching the lives of those around me. The most special time for me was the last couple of hours of the event when we worshipped in song and listened to Wiley Lowe share an amazing lesson using two completely different stories. Wiley is such a funny guy with a contageous heart on fire for God.

Little did I know that soon after my revelatory experience, disaster would strike and all agility and health that I once held dear would be stripped away from me and checked in at Davey Jones's locker. I spent 7 grueling hours at the disposal of stangers during the late hours of the night. What were my symptoms? Swelling leg, stretched skin, HUUGE rash, minor pain, no visable bits, no visable soars, fat toes. Not looking good folks. After the triage unit check my vitals 3 times in a four hour span (too maintain certainty that I would survive the lobby wait), seven viles of blood withdrawn, and 8 xrays of my leg, we established that no alien presence established itself in my limb. However, according to analysis of doctors, residencies, nurses, and astrologists in the lobby... I indeed have the dreaded... "Cellulitis." After many expensive (somewhat uneccesary) tests... the doctors hooked me up to an IV for an hour then sent me on my merry way with two types of antibiotics and .... vikadin... muahahahahahaha

As of now, I am healing and running low on drugs. A new dealer should be located because Walgreens is too expensive.

In other news, I'm seeking out a new career. I'm praying that God blesses my search and walks closely with me as I continue life.

Pray with me if you have a chance. Thanks! You rock.

Potter