Breathe. Take a deep breath. Inhale. Exhale. Breathe.
I’ve been here before, but it’s been a long time. I thought I was done here, done with this; I wasn’t supposed to come back to this.
One little thing doesn’t go your way, well and that other thing which could fall apart. Or that one thing that just consistently seems to fall apart. I’m supposed to be happy. I’m supposed to be grateful. I am grateful and I do feel happy, sometimes. Emotions ebb and flow, I tell other people this all the time.
Why does it seem different when you’re the one to ebb and flow. Waves. The tide rolls out before it rolls in.
Keep your eyes above the waves! I am not supposed to succumb to fear! I have seen so much, experienced so much, I’ve experienced miracles. I’m not supposed to let the waves bother me. I’m not supposed to be a victim of the tide. I am supposed to walk on water. I’m supposed to climb every crest, stride through the swells.
Swell. It’s swell. It is swell. It is well.
It is well.
It will be well.
I’m anxious, but…
it will be well.
As my training in Pennsylvania draws to a close I begin to search for a new place. I was hoping to find my own place and either I am naive, currently facing a rude awakening, or to be faithful and trust God to find the perfect place. Maybe it’s a mix of both. Please pray for me, that I would have wisdom and faith bigger than a mustard seed.