As I sit here staring at the blinking cursor on this blank screen, I can’t help but wonder how in the world I could possibly explain all that is going on in my heart and in my head. So I am not sure I should try to.
My life has become all about waiting. Waiting on the Lord to tell me what to do next. I’ve learned what it means to walk blindly through the darkness until I see a crack of light from the next open door. It is my new normal, and I’ve learned to be content with that. In the meantime, I’m praying. Praying about what is to come. Praying to prepare my heart and myself as much as possible for what He calls me to do.
I have been surrounded by friends who understand this heart of mine a little more each day, and for that I couldn’t be more grateful. I have friends who are praying with me, and I even have friends to whom the Lord has given similar burdens. It is refreshing to know that I am not alone in my waiting.
I have to remind myself daily that He will equip me for whatever He calls me to do or wherever He calls me to go. His perfect love has driven out all fear, and in His will is the only place I want to be.
So for now, I’m just going to wait. Wait on His perfect plan. Wait on His timing. Wait on His call. Because He is going to do something big, I just know it.