Crack that whip!!

Have you ever been in a place.....a place of comfort? That's where I feel like I'm at right now. And it's the most uncomfortable feeling I've ever had. I'm in a rut, but I'm not fighting to get out, I'm allowing the rut to just lead me along......there is a turn up a head that I need to make, but I do nothing to make that turn.....I just keep on. I don't need sympathy.....I need a kick in the face!
I love my job, don't get me wrong. God provided this job exactly when I needed it....I was at the end of my savings, working a job that wasn't paying enough to buy the gas I was using. So I'm grateful for the path that led me here. But for some reason, I have lived like the path has ended....like I think this is all there is. I'm in the music industry, a goal that I had set for myself the moment I moved here. I'm meeting the right people, another goal being acheived. But now what. How do I use these goals? How do I make a right turn out of this rut?
I feel like God is providing and guiding in other areas of my life....Floor 27, my marriage, us buying a house.....but this area, my job/career, just seems like it has been in a stand-still. Spring brings new life.....and that is what I'm praying for. A renewed desire to continue....persevere....persist.....LIVE! "God, open my eyes to see where you are leading....not just where I want to be....and definitely not just where it is simply comfortable!" Hope and Peace!!

Angels Dressed in overhauls and mud boots!

Last night I heard a voice I never thought I would hear again. No, I wasn't smoking dope, sitting with my legs crossed, humming a monotone note, and thinking happy thoughts. I just answered the phone....and there he was. I thought he was gone, or at least as good as gone. For the last 2 months my grandfather has been battling an extreme case of pnemonia/parkinson's/alzhiemers/hell. He was....well....he wasn't himself. And when I wrote the post on January 29, I thought I was saying goodbye. But I guess God didn't want that to be the end. He still has life to live through my grandfather!! When he said "hello", there's not a dam in the country big enough to hold back the tears.....I could barely speak. I looked at the caller id and thought that my grandma was just calling to see how Jayme and I were. It was everything I had hoped that my conversations would be with him. He was back to himself, feeling much better, talking much better, LIVING much better! We talked about the weather, life, and anything we could just to stay on the line with each other......thanks God! Nothing more encouraging than to hear my Pap say that he is proud of me...........Hope and Peace!!