Peachy Keen
The title of this entry is a little misleading. No. Everything isn't peachy keen. My mom did move out, and it's very hard to see my broken dad. He's a man trying to hold his dignity, but since he doesn't have true friends he's relying on his confused son. I'm still looking for a job, and I'm actually out of options. I'm just praying that something will come my way. But honestly like I told my dad last night, every thing doesn't have to go your way. That isn't in the contract with God. We can't just pray for things to get better and *puff* they will get better. Soon enough we'll start seeing the point and indeed things will be peachy keen.