May 21, 2014
“Mom, I finally have the next entry written up,” I say as I fill my tank
for the half-hour drive to my daughter’s soccer practice. “It’s weird, on the
few nights I have been rested enough to seek God, He hasn’t been pulling me
into His presence like before. Do you think He could have been waiting for me
to write up what He already showed me?”
“Could be,” Mom replies. “Maybe He wants to make sure you’re committed
to this process.”
I shrug off the question of commitment, God knows my heart. “I’ve never
been one to keep a journal, so this writing what is happening as it is happening is a new thing
for me… Maybe He’s getting me into the rhythm of it all.”
“I’m sure whatever it is, God has a good reason.”
“Me too,” I say as I climb back into the SUV, heading for the soccer
fields in Kuna. “I’m on the road; I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Love you.”