We're Just Roomates.

Another day goes on, and I'm still here in this empty house, all alone. There is one other person, but she's downstairs, and we never talk. Last night I told her my story. It seems everyone agrees that my parents overeacted. They did, I suppose. My father texted me this morning asking if I needed a new bike. I told him I did. That was all that was made of the conversation.
We rode around town yesterday getting applications for little jobs around town. Mostly in food places or daycares. I'm praying for a daycare job. I just feel like that will help me stay close to God, because I'll have to be on my BEST behavior, so all of that cussing and dirty talk that goes on at secular places won't interfere with my life. I'm a struggling sinner.
I spent the night with Hunter last night. Brotime is always a pleasure.
Today, we're going to Flowood for JP and Vicki's one month anniversary. I'm sort of excited, because I haven't been out of Clinton in a few days. Whereas, before I was out of it everyday, at least twice a day. We also decided that since it was a special occasion, we'd spend a LITTLE bit of extra money, and get Taco Bell. A feast! Sort of.
I'm learning to appreciate every little thing that comes my way. Loose change drives me bananas. My beard is growing back too! I don't have a job or anything right now, so it's growing! Of course, it's still at its beginning stages, but a man can still get excited, can't he?
My nose still hurts from where I became a bull for a day. I plan on repiercing it. Since I went through all of this trouble over it, I might as well. My right foot has a scab from the very first day I left, from where the house shoe I was wearing on that foot kept scraping it. It's going away soon, I believe.
I wish I could find some way to thank all the people that have helped me out. There sure are a lot of them. I decided that I kind of want to see if I can make it without my parents. To see if I can live a life successfully without them. If I fail, and hit rock bottom, then I'll come crawling back. That is all for today. God bless you.

Neither poor, nor rich.

Over the past few days, I've found myself embarked on an adventure. I pierced my septum on Friday the 13th, and it truly did turn out to be an unlucky day. I showed my mother the piercing on the very next day, and it's as if hell had broken loose. When I returned home for work that night, my phone, car keys, and basically my whole life were taken away.
The phrase, "I don't know how you're going to get to work and school," came from my father's lips. My own father had just told me my future was shot. He even took the savings I had let him hold for me. He said he wasn't going back on his punishment this time, and I used the fact that he said that in my argument for leaving the house in such a hurry the next morning.
Yes, I left the house.
Sunday morning, I was awoken and told I had many decisions to make. Well, I made my one big decision: I must move out, because I'd rather live somewhere else than live in this house with no freedom at all. So I packed my suitcase, and as I was closing it, one of the zipper's broke. "God, I'm still leaving," I said.
My little brother's voice was the last one I heard. "I'll miss you." he said. "I'll miss you too." I returned. A post-it note with the lyrics from a Buddy Holly song were left on the table in my absence. It read: "All my huggin' and all my kissin', you don't know what you been missin', oh boy!"
I walked to where my best friends were. My grandfather tried to stop me on the way, but I let him know what I really felt for the first time in my life. "You were the same one who said I couldn't go into your house with the ring in my nose." He couldn't say much more. He left. The most influential person that has ever, and mostlikely will ever, enter my life was the second one who tried to stop me. Except he just asked me to get breakfast with him. It was hard not to get into his car.
I felt like if I wanted anyone to see me, it would be him, because I know he wouldn't judge me in the least bit, but at the same time, I felt almost disappointed in myself that I had let him see me that way. I let him know that I had a place to go, and so, in order to follow my will, he left. I praise the Lord for Lance Sudduth.
I hadn't shed a tear yet. I arrived at the new home, and as soon as JP opened the door, I bawled my eyes out. Tears fell like rain into my lap. Luckily, Have Heart, Take it Back!, and Looking Forward were within reach, and my mood soon got better. Mr. Herrington sent a text saying I could live there as long as I needed. The tears returned.
Jp and I have been pooling our money together. We began buying groceries, with a little bit of money from Mr. Herrington, and I received my money for California back, however, I had to return the van that my mother had brought for me to use. I got to keep my phone.
I started riding a bike today. That is hard. I am not even kidding. Bikeriding is not easy.
We're hoping to get jobs at a local church's daycare. I've been praying that the Lord follows through for us, if that is His will. I quit my job in Ridgeland, but my last check comes in Monday. I'm super excited.
Right now, our funds will hold us. We've got about 150 dollars. Which is great!
I'd like to start saving for a car or maybe an apartment. Whichever is the Lord's will. I've been digging pretty deeply into Scripture.
I watched a video of Francis Chan speaking the other night, and it changed the way I think about some things. Proverbs 30 talks about how the man's prayer is to be neither rich, nor poor, so that he can learn to depend on God. That is my prayer now too. I've been learning to ask God for my "daily bread". Dependence on God is the only way I can make it through this.
I've been allowed more time for things, now that I'm on my own schedule. I'd like to get back into ministry somehow. That'd be lovely.
My love for Jesus brings me to tears now. I was describing how God could've sent His son as Goku or something from Dragon Ball Z, but instead it wa a humble man with a beard, as a carpenter. That is about all I got out of my mouth before I began weeping again. God is just so good.
I will never advise you to leave home, however. It may seem like I'm learning a lot, and I am, but I don't advise you to do it too. A lot of heartache has been involved. On my side and my family's. Just stay true to what you love.