My Daily Bread

Having been hired by a friend to work on a special project for a month, I drop by the Carmelite Monastery every day before reporting for work. Jobless for the last 6 months, I have also been seriously asking God for a permanent source of my daily bread – not realizing that after every visit at the chapel, I literally (unconsciously though) “claim” (buy actually) bread at a nearby bakeshop for breakfast. Hmmm, daily bread indeed!

Disenchanted

Look at you now, you’re disenchanted, can’t believe how things can change. Take a little out of life and things get strange. And now you find the wishes you were granted, things you thought were in your hands, have slipped away. How much can you withstand? The wasted time, the money spent, a sign that reads “For Sale or Rent”. And everything is at a standstill, and where’s someone who’ll be on hand till you’re no longer disenchanted, thinking everything is wrong? You know you’re not the only one to wait so long. I wonder, can you try again? Are you that strong?

Everything But The Girl, Amplified Heart