Well, I've been here two months now. The first month flew by and the second one crawled. I know it's been a while since I've written.
I think I was depressed for a while. Things at home were not going well for Candace and the boys. Things here were less than perfect (that's really all the detail I can give at this time). My spiritual life was suffering. I had no energy or motivation. I had no one who I felt like I could talk to about how I felt. I know it sounds like I'm whining, maybe I am.
I think I'm doing better now. I still feel alone here. Even though I'm surrounded by people all the time.
A lot of you know that my desire was to be a good example to the guys I am with over here. I feel like I am, but you know how that goes. I want to see results, changed lives. I don't like waiting on Gods timing. I want to plant seeds that will sprout and be ready to harvest the next week. Maybe through science we can create some seeds like that.
I feel alone in a very lost place. And I am no angel, let me be the first to admit.
Please continue to keep me in your prayers. Specifically for strength, patience and perseverance.
On a little lighter note, here's a sunrise. You find beauty where you can when you're stuck in a desert.