tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261670119972823151.post3274656862544862362..comments2023-09-06T00:54:22.419-07:00Comments on David N. Alderman: Gideon's 300Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01900216633662961062noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261670119972823151.post-31132953985111384272012-02-21T21:30:09.201-07:002012-02-21T21:30:09.201-07:00Nice to meet you too, Nichole. Man, I haven't ...Nice to meet you too, Nichole. Man, I haven't been into this blog in forever. I have been meaning to resurrect it and get back to telling our story of Faith. Looks like I'll have to add it to my list of the many things that still need to be done.<br><br>And thanks for the encouragement! It's always great to meet others who are on this journey with us. :)David N Aldermanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01900216633662961062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261670119972823151.post-18364717303866493332012-02-16T11:26:38.735-07:002012-02-16T11:26:38.735-07:00I read this post, and I know exactly what you mean...I read this post, and I know exactly what you mean... probably to a higher degree than most people. I've been there before... shoot, I'm there now. My father is disabled and can't work (and his stroke rendered him mentally handicapped in many cases as well), my mother stays home to take care of him and the 5 younger kids all who are homeschoold, and I'm in college and looking for a job that no one seems to want to hire me for... or hire me period. The money just barely trickles in, and as soon as it's here, it's gone.<br><br>I know that when times are tough like that, it's truly difficult to trust in God when it seems like there's no answer. But that's just it; God IS the answer. :D He's always been faithful to us and he always will be, even when we don't understand what's going on... even when we look at the moment and wonder "God, what on earth can be happening to me? How are we going to survive?"<br><br>My Dad used to tell a story of a time when he was truly questioning God's purpose for his life. My dad was an artist, and that's how he made his living. One day he asked God, "Lord, what am I if I'm not an artist?" For over a week he would go out to his art studio and pray, seeking God and asking, "What am I if I am not an artist? What am I if I don't have art?"<br><br>Then one day he heard God answer clearly, "You are my son."<br> <br>My dad didn't fully understand what that meant until his stroke took the use of his right hand, which was the hand that he painted with... the hand that he made his living with. But even so, God has proved faithful and He continues to.<br><br>I just want to encourage you. ^_^ I read this post, and I knew exactly what you meant and what it felt like, but I just wanted to let you know that you're not alone. You are never alone. :)<br><br>And btw, thanks for stopping by The Pen and Parchment. It's nice to meet you. :D<br><br>NicholeStar-Dreamerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14298850366884374226noreply@blogger.com