I’ve been quiet this week.
I did indeed get sick this week. I’m not sure if it was something I ate or a bug going around, but my digestive system has been revolted with everything I feed it lately. I’m not out of the woods yet.
I have neglected my prayer life. I need to fix that. But I am more aware of Who is around me throughout the day than I was before.
I think we survived a battle this week.
I’m seriously questioning some things in my life where I need to make decisions.
I am trying desperately to trust that Daddy knows best when sometimes I feel like He’s leading me straight off a cliff. Terrified. This hit me today in mass for no reason – just terrified at the idea of what He might ask me to do, where He might want me to go.
Why do we get so scared?
I trust Him. I do.
Perhaps this lifetime of little trials in trust issues prepares us for moments when we have to choose to trust Him.
Thinking about that freaks me out.
But I know His perspective is way bigger than mine.