While at work today, God gave me an opportunity to speak truth into one of my co-workers and I chose not to. She said she had a dream, and kept hinting that she wanted to share it. There was no doubt that God had a message for her; I'm not beating myself up, but next time (God willing) there will be no walking away acting like work is more important.

The heppa filter is on, and my head is pounding from the smell. There is a lot of dust in the apartment, so I thought I'd turn this air purifier on to help - I'm thinking that wasn't such a good idea. Laundry however is working out really nicely. I pretty much have the ritual down, just so long as no one else uses the room; since it’s Wednesday and almost supper time no one is really around anyway.

I'm starting to wonder what God has for me next, because this whole living on my own, doing His thing is really kind of nice. For the first time today, I didn't think about being stressed or needing to live up to anyone expectations of me for the day. Thinking about mom has become an hourly battle, but God is showing mercy in bundle full’s. He's made me really happy. :)