Mnemosyne, Muse of Memory

Tomorrow I begin my new job. I do not fear it, but I have trepidations; afterall, I am only human. I talked to God tonight. I told Him that I was worthless and the He had to make the changes in my life. I believe that God wants me to help others, to make positive changes in people's lives. I believe I did so in my past jobs and was punished accordingly. Donna thinks me a failure, but only God can know your heart. I want to open people's hearts to God, if I can. I am not an evangilist; I do not get on a soap box on the street corner, but I do show people the love of God. What else can I do? Life is short. God is love. Why should we look further for peace?

We shall see what I can accomplish at Branchburg before they throw me out.