Dear Father,
Thank you for this day. Not a lot is going on. I am sitting with B. and P. I need to clean up my bedroom, mostly my desk. Too many books I guess.
I always get the feeling that someone is watching me when I sleep. I don’t know why, or if that’s just something my mind dreamed up. I’ll be fallen asleep, and a waft of cool air will go across my face, and wake me up. I don’t know what’s going on. I guess I need to pray more about it, for protection and discernment. My old friend’s house was haunted a bit, but I don’t think that’s the case. It’s just weird.
I’m praying about how to focus my time and creative energy into productive ways. How can I use my comics, my blog, my writing, art, and maybe even music to glorify God and serve His people?
Well, with enough prayer, I know God will work what gives Him the most glory.
Trem