Honesty time.

Guys. Keeping things honest here. Because I never want life to appear perfect or more pretty than it actually is. While working from home as a freelance writer has its definite benefits, it's also got its lows. And I'm feeling some of them right now. Nothing big. Nothing anyone else who freelances doesn't understand. The money comes. And the money goes. 

I should know by now. That this is one of those life lessons God wants me to constantly learn. That my income--my career--doesn't come from anything I do. It comes from him. I don't often write about my beliefs and such, since I want everyone to feel comfortable reading my posts. But when things like this hit, I don't ever want to gloss over them. And pretend that I'm something that I'm not. 

I tend to view my earnings as mine. As my accomplishments. As my safety net. And as long as I'm earning x amount, I'm set. We're good. Life can go on. When small things fall by the wayside--like freelance jobs--and less is coming in each month, I have no one else to lean on but God. He knows I need to pay bills. He promises to provide. So. I wait. And trust. That he will.

And he always does.

That's the funny thing. It never comes in the way I'm expecting. Or in the time line I'd like it to be in. But he provides. Sometimes to the exact dollar. Nothing more. Nothing less. And that's all I need to remember. 

Happy Friday, guys. Love that you're with me in this journey.

​xoxo