So I hear this saying once from a friend's blog, and I've always loved it. Becuase it seems so true in my life. Some days you're just flying along enjoying the good life, and the next you feel like you're being pooped on by every one and everything.
This was my day yesterday.
I was flying high after Sunday. I felt like everything would be okay. I knew there were still going to be obsticles. I knew that things weren't even remotely on the right track yet. But it was still going to be okay.
I don't know how I lost that so quickly.
Yesterday we found out who was getting the Assistant Warden's job. It's what we've been waiting for. We needed this information to figure out if they were going to take the open house out on the Reservation or not.
Well, the Oliver's got the job. They were the ones that lived out on the Res two years ago. They were Charles and Lorae's neighbors. Then they moved to Florida. Now they are coming back.
It's not a good sign for us. It's still not 100% sure they will want to live there. It's not their same house. They lived in an amazing house in Florida. They may want somewhere better here.
But not likely. Most likely they will move back in.
So now what?
I don't know. I don't know what now. I wish I did because then I could move forward. I could take a step towards what we are needing to do. But I don't know.
Where's my faith its going to be okay now? I don't know. I'm trying to remember. I'm rereading my testimony. I'm hoping and praying still. I just don't know now.
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