At church on Sunday I was overcome with a sense of direction for my life. Not a set plan, but an urge to move toward something. I don’t know how it will play out, but I know I need to follow that path.

But now that I’m out of the church and back in the real world, it’s sooooo much easier said than done. I’m afraid to let that direction become my reality. Which is ridiculous, because I DO have faith that it’s what’s BEST.

This goal is more of a reminder than anything else. A reminder that God’s plans are more powerful than my own. A reminder to listen and follow.