God is so good.
This last week and a half was incredible, spending it with Jessa's family and going on a road trip with them to Orlando, hitting up Disneyworld for four days, then going up to Jacksonville to spend a couple days with her Uncle Keith and Aunt Torrie.
After hours of driving then half a day flying home, I was on the bus headed back to my house when I mentioned off-hand to Jessa that at this point in my life, I think it's important that I be working and paying off areas of my life as well as pursuing school. I asked her to pray about it, she said she'd love to, and that was the end of it.
I get home, unpack, work in the garden some to get it ready for this spring's planting, post pictures online of the trip, then head over to the Starr's for our weekly game night.
Desi tells me of two ways I can be making money. I call and set up an interview/testing for one, and the other is giving plasma, which I'll start next week. Even combined, these two will be able to completely work around my school schedule.
God is so, so insanely good. He anticipated this stuff before I ever could have, and told me again today "I got you James. You're mine."
Thanks God for an amazing trip and for not letting me be the determiner of my own life. I've seen that job, and I don't want it.
Tonight at game night I accidentally farted really, really loudly on the bench I was sitting in, and Desi said "whoa James, that was like a cartoon fart."