God. What are you doing?
Seriously. God. I mean that in a sincere, respectful but I-desperately-need-a-clue way. I’m so curious.
[Esteemed readers, today my housemates and I found out that our landlords are exercising their right to move back into their home, which means come October, we’re getting the boot.. . . I know, right?!]
What do You want, Lord?
What do you mean by all this, on top of the whole ditching the 9-to-5 job (again) to the bewilderment of my family (again, but less so this time?) to be a missionary based on U.S. for longer than eleven months?
And what about having just committed to leading Crossroads [small group for young adults in transition] for the year?
God, I know You haven’t changed. You’re always good. You’re in control. You know what You’re doing.
But I don’t.
I know and believe whatever you’ve got next is awesome blossom…but what is it?
Where You go I go, I goWhat You say, I sayWhat You pray, I pray . . .
Where is that? What is it? How am I to pray through this?
