There are too many jumbled up thoughts about this in my head right now.
But to put it quite simply, I miss Ithaca.
Not only that, but I miss having a life.
Wait - let me rephrase that. Lately I've been learning how to word things more carefully, so that they are full of truth and so that there is no chance of them turning into a bad confession.
I miss LIVING my life.
Yes, obviously I'm still alive. Breathing, blinking, typing up this blog.
But this transition period is almost becoming too much to bear. Bears are powerful and strong - two things I lack by my own ability, but two things I am able to obtain through God's willingness to guide me through.
That is where my trust is lying, and He is who I am believing to receive direction from.
It's all about God's perfect timing, and the peace that comes alongside it.
I yearn for His direction and that peace of knowing that I am taking the proper next step.
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