Here I am on the eve of becoming a father again. I took tomorrow off from work, and all next week--nine days. This will be the most time I’ve had off from work since I quit running freight for Swift and came back home over a year ago. I don’t take off unless I’m very sick, because I can’t afford it.

There’s a good chance Jessica will be induced tomorrow sometime. I’m not really nervous about it...why would I be? I’m not the one practically having my body split in two. Jess and I have prayed about her labor and the delivery. That’s all I know and that’s probably enough.

Another baby coming, no increase in income, no prospects. We need a van and more living space. I have a constant desire and frustration to speak to the people of God so that I can grow in service to the Lord, yet God Himself seems to be limiting me. I’ve prayed about all these things, and beyond that I don’t know what I should do.

My next door neighbor is a man whose decisions have blessed my life. He and his family are in a difficult situation right now: his financial resources are being drained. It occurred to me today that I need to have faith for him because his faith is my faith. That is, in many ways I’m trying to be obedient and trust the promises and Word of God in spite of contrary circumstances, and in spite of the fact that I don’t see a lot going on (especially in finances). He’s in a similar place on a much grander scale. More zeros at stake.

Tomorrow I will hold an eternal soul in my hands and welcome it to existence.