fake it til you make it.

God is so good. This week has been helpless feeling for me. Flat-lined is the term I've been using. With music, with relationships, with my roommate, and especially...with money. I now know what my Dad was talking about. Staring at a mountainous stack of bills...all more than a week overdue, and with zero money to pay any of them. And the bills don't care, they just keep coming. With no demos sung since early June before CMA Fest and no demos on the horizon, I felt horrible. I had no options. I went to bed with a heavy heart and burdened mine and woke up each morning feeling the same...helpless.

I've been praying. Praying a lot. Because there was nothing else I could do. Obviously doing things MY way wasn't helping. So maybe, just maybe I could give up control for a moment and let someone else share the burden.

Prayers are answered. My roommate and I made up. I've come to peace with a lot of stuff with several people in my life. I received a check in the mail yesterday that was so unexpected from my car accident back in February from Vanderbilt. I just put a handful on envelopes into the mail. All the bills are paid.

God is good. I'm so undeserving and so thankful with every ounce of my being right now.