Two weeks.

 This and last week have been something else. Something out of this world and not all at once. I began on Sunday sure that God would tell me exactly what to do. Maybe late at night He would whisper in my ear with a precision that would cut across my conscientiousness and I would know, I would just simply get it.
But it's Wednesday. And I don't.

I still don't know.

I have left very little room in my life for the possible. I like the potential, but not the possible. There's something not sure enough about the possible things in life. But this morning after I got up early and went to the Bible study and my Pastor was praying for me, my heart shifted. Just a little. Maybe to the left. And there was room, room for the possible.
I cried when I drove home because no one has ever prayed for me the way my Pastor did this morning. Ever. In my entire life.
Blessings. He prayed blessings on me.

And it doesn't matter that I still don't know.

6In all thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy paths.
Proverbs 3

I think one of my favorite parts about that verse is that it says "paths," like we have choices. Like God knows we have choices. But no matter which one I choose, He will direct it.
My life is beautiful these days. In the absence of sureness and in the presence of deliberations, I have been working hard, learning, and making the best coffee. And even though there have been no whispers this week and I still don't know what to do, where to go, or who to be, I do know that I have learned one thing.

The Lord will fight for me.