Dear Lord,

Since absolutely no one has bothered to help with THE GUIDE or respond I have been taking a vacation from it. There is no point in pursuing something nobody cares about. Maybe that is what put me in the mood to write the first chapter of some fiction book about the last days. I would have gone to visit Corinne but I got sick. And there wasn't anything to do here but write.

I can sense from all this that it would probably take me a year to finish a good fiction book. Maybe that's all You care for me to do. I don't mean to look down on the genre. A lot of truth can come from fiction. I just never thought of doing it before. Now that I've tried it I'm enjoying it. I can't put it down. But that has me wondering whether I'm missing my assignment. Or maybe this is it and everything else was just preparation for it.

I'm so confused about what You want from me. You made me an idea person who loves to write. I guess it should follow that if no one cares about my ideas in the real world that the land of fiction is still wide open for someone with an active imagination. I just want to know whether that's how You want me to spend my time. I only have one life to live, Lord God. Be pleased with my life.

Lord, You know I stand in need of a financial miracle right now. We're having to shift money in credit card accounts to pay rent. I'm sitting here just relaxing and enjoying my last day off. I didn't do anything on my vacation to fix my financial situation. I've got the rest of the evening with the boys. I'll cook supper. Mimom is coming over with some dessert. It will be fun. Maybe I'll go outside and get some fresh air. Thank You for being my God. For being with me out there and in here. You are invited in my heart, My God. Please, speak to me. Don't let me stray.