Underneath it all, I wonder– lots of times or loud– what is so wrong with me? Why am I so unsettled?
The Psalmist says, “put your hope in God, and you will find rest for your soul.”
And yet I wonder if the unrest is a holy unrest. A part of my spirit that just hasn’t found its place, its home.
Change can be painful. It often brings sadness, but also happiness for new growth– much needed growth.
A chance to see, with fresh eyes, the road ahead.
My trust never left God. I am still trusting that each step is ordered, no matter if I see the”why”. I don’t have to see it. It is not mine to question the Master, it is mine to obey.
Dreaming in Paisley 