homesick=sick of home

I have been spending a lot of time at home.
This information is not new.
This is how I know I am spending too much time at home-

I spent so much time at home, I had time to carass my dog's nose for 5 minutes, I had so much time at home, that I had time to finish reading today's papers today and yesterday's papers yesterday. I had so much time at home, I walked to the kitchen 5 times in 1 hour to look for food, only to find nothing every time. I had so much time at home that I feel restless enough to surf through fridae profiles twice today. I had so much time at home, that I finished a stack of composition marking this weekend.I had so much time at home, that I am rewatching season 4 SATC and into disc 3 already. I am such a bum. But SATC is freaking funny. It makes me laugh. And laugh out loud.

Lord, settle my heart soon. I know you are around, and you are waiting for me to surrender my heart to you before you can do a new work to it. I just know that You are with me, just that I am so unsettled and distracted that I can't feel you as close as before.

PAstor Ed's sermon today was enlightening once again, and worship was good. A visitor gave $100 000 to the building fund last week. God is good! He approved the TOP just this week. We are starting our first service in Woodlands next week. 1 church , 2 centres, same sermons, different pastors. That is exciting. I am excited.

And I am quite freaking broke this month. I fulfilled my building fund pledge (very joyfully), invested in a stock, went retail therapy on Friday, ate rather expensive food and drank rather expensive drinks on Friday and Saturday and Sunday. Paid for parking coupons, fuel and car rental. Got my half year supply of contact lens and solution too. And nearly got a mini-notebook. But I decided to wait.

I am very very tempted to skip work one day this week. Very very tempted.

Plans to do my Masters shelved. I hope to be teaching for one more year next year, collect my connect plan payout, and rest for at least 1 year giving tuition, unless the Lord opens doors, before considering teaching in school again.

So unsettled. Sometimes, I wonder what my heavenly father is thinking as he watches me from above. I feel like he's letting me go free to do what I want for the time being, till I realise that I should have turned to him in the first place. I feel happier when I am talking about Him. I delight in Him. Yay. Something positive.

That's quite a lot of ranting for a Sunday night.
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