There are nine days left in the month of change, but I don’t know what has changed other than my age and my roommate.
I’m so clueless as to what is going on. Perhaps I like it that way. I feel the Lord calling me to Wilmington, NC. That feels right and makes sense. Could only 9 1/2 months remain here?
I feel I have no control over my life. I’m just some leaf in the wind. If so, why am I receiving such a life? I’m not worthy of it. It is the thing I enjoy, the thing I fear, and who I am. Was I created to share? Am I an apostle who has no home?
I don’t want to know the answers God. Honest, I’m afraid of them. I just want to move forward, knowing one thing: that you will never let me go. I’d rather have your storm, than my peace.
It doesn’t have to make sense to me. Only to you.
I don’t need any miracles. I don’t need any signs or wonders. I see you every time I open my eyes. I just need you to life my life for me while I love you. I don’t have the strength to do both.