And so I prayed.
It's all I know to do.
There isn't any rule book for this sort of thing....well, there is really. But the Rule is quite simple. Love.
And bordering disobedience, I prayed. Tell me what to do because I just can't see. I can't do this. I just don't want to anymore.
One eye opened enough to read an email blog post I opened on accident. And there He sat, waiting to meet me...
HOPE & Jeremiah 29:11.
My default. My reset. Home. As I settled and read one more, almost hitting delete, there it was again. My verse. You don't have to know the plans. I already do. Plans not for harm, for good. To. Give. You. Hope. And so I kept breathing, kept praying.
Because I still do not want this.
I just need to go.
And I saw the familiar name of the sweetest friend, so I clicked it. And the running shoes made me smile....exactly what I want. And then then words that rang so loud in my spirit. Don't. Run.
Stay. Hope and don't run. I wanted an answer. I got it. Stay in this place that leads to the land He promised. Stay when I want to catch the next plane out of this waiting room. Stay. And do whatever He tells you to. Just don't run.
In passing, someone commented.....today, March 19th, is the last day of winter.
Tomorrow is the first day of spring.
Finish what you started so you can begin again. Thankful.