I've been feeling like I'm in the middle of a little bit of a crisis with so many choices to make and so many choices that have already been made. Now that I've officially joined a missions agency and am working towards getting on the field, I am freaking out a little and wondering, "What if I had decided to join the Air Force?" and other random things like that. A little bit of "the grass is greener" syndrome, as my mother pointed out
In the midst of all of this, however, I am always refreshed whenever it hits me that none of it is in my hands anyway. One of my good friends said something quite poetic over coffee the other day. "We are stuck in this constant cycle of humanity in which the only relief is the Divine." Something like that. She said it much better and I can't remember her exact wording unfortunately. Anyway, the point is, every time I freak out as I'm trying to figure out my exact plans, God just puts his hand on my little head and tells me to stop worrying. I can't really have exact plans, anyway. They're really more like guidelines.
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