I went to Walmart this morning after class; Eboni hasn't been feeling well so I wanted to surprise her by turning her home office into an oasis. While I was there, I ran across this sign that is now posted up on my book case. Sometimes, when God speaks to you, He speaks to you in a whisper. Other times, He beats you over the head with a sack of bricks. The last few days, I've gotten fairly conflicting messages that are, in retrospect, not from God, but seeing this today was like Him hitting me over the head with that proverbial sack of bricks. I know what I need to do so the question now is do I have the courage to stay the course? If I stay the course, I 100% need to revamp the way that I am taking care of myself, correction, not taking care of myself. Last week, when Eboni looked at me and told me that she could tell that I was not well, she was so right (to the fellas who are reading this, believe me when I say that when you've been with your wife for so long, they know EVERYTHING about you. You don't have to open your mouth for them to know if you are well or not, telling the truth or not...) At the rate that I am going, I won't make it to year three in a physically or mentally healthy frame of mind. I need to figure this out...
