Buried Hopes

Jesus, Why do you allow my hopes to be raised, when you know how dear to me this hoped-for thing is? And you know how many times my hopes for this have been crushed in the past. And you know how much that hurts me. And yet, if my hope is once again crushed tomorrow, or the next day, or whenever it occurs, you will comfort me. So that I may comfort others. And I know that this will be something for which I am thankful. Eventually. But it still sucks that my hopes are up today. Still in love with you, despite it all, Rebecca

I forgot how nice it is to be poor. Last year, we brought in two incomes. Neither of the incomes were large, but they combined to a comfortable amount. Plus, I was tutoring 6-10 times a week, providing us with lots of extra cash. This, combined with the fact that Tom took over the budget, so I no longer had to worry about the in's and out's of our cash flow, provided me with a fairly worry-free year regarding money. And it got to the point where $100 wasn't a big deal anymore. So if I got $15 from tutoring, it just didn't seem like much. And yes, that was nice in a sense, but it made me stop trusting. And it became harder to live simply. Now, $10 is HUGE. And it can be stressful, but it also demands that we be resourceful. This week provided so many opportunities to eat out, but instead I was forced to be creative with the food that we had. And I did so well! Two large London Broil steaks grilled on Monday provided us with our meals through Thursday: Monday we had fa...