I’m starting with being grateful.
Walking down the road yesterday, I realized how very me I am.
All my failures, my successes, my quirks and my flaws.
My laughter, my tears, the way I do a little dance when I finally get some food after waiting forever.
All of it is all me.
And there may be people who laugh and cry and dance when they see food. Hell, they may even bury their faces in their laptops when trying to see something.
But they will never do it the way that I do.
They will never be me.
And, for that, I am grateful.
And we know [with great confidence] that God [who is deeply concerned about us] causes all things to work together [as a plan] for good for those who love God, to those who are called according to His plan and purpose.
The Amplified version of the Bible will always be my favorite for the same reason why it unsettles me sometimes.
Remembering alone is hard enough on most days.
Knowing? With great confidence, even? Comes in fleeting doses - usually when I find myself wallowing in one of the pits of despair I have become all too familiar with.
I love God. Deeply. Undeniably.
But if I’m not as sure about being called, are things still working together for my good?
What if I have no idea what my purpose is? What His plan is? Where does that leave me?