Hiya, Friends. Still there? All tan, refreshed, and summerfied?
Remember me? The quad mom with 4 boys. Yeah, the crazy one.
I know I’ve been quiet. It’s been summer, and crazy, and different, and the ole blog got the shaft.
Thanks for stickin’ it out. I’ve missed this space, and hope I can write a little more frequently now that things are headed back into more of a routine.
We’re in the midst of one of those major life decisions this week. And right now I have no clue how it will turn out. There are no sky writings or signs, just a lot of praying and conversations that go late into the night.
I was on my way to teach an essential oils intro class today, and I had Google Maps navigating me the whole way there. Is that not the best invention of our time? I mean, really, People. A voice tells us by using satellites which street to turn on, how far ahead to turn, when to exit, how long it will take to arrive at the destination on your phone. The dinosaurs would be so impressed.
I couldn’t help but thinking how much I wish God would hack into my app and tell me specific turn by turn directions for the decision we are facing.
So which way do I go? How long? Merge? Exit here?
“You have arrived at your destination.”
Jesus took the wheel.
I know sometimes decisions are more clear than others. God prompts us to act in a way that is obvious. Perhaps He will do so for this situation as well. But other times, we just have to seek to glorify Him, follow His Word, and know that there might not be a “wrong” decision.
And even if we go the wrong way, there are U-Turns allowed and grace on that road back.
If our motives are to honor Him we don’t really have to fear messing it all up, do we?
The longer Brad and I live this life together, the more we realize we are just passengers. We’re along for the ride, and it’s ultimately not in our hands.
We can make all the plans in the world, but it’s God’s ultimate purpose that will stand.
I can rest my heavy head on my pillow on that one.