Dear God,
I'm just waiting for you to point me in the right direction. Is it here -- or there? I was at NC State last night -- Withers Hall, where there was a lecture on Lincoln by the renowned scholar, James McPherson. On the way there. I noticed a few neighborhoods and thought to myself, "I could live there!" Or what about those cute white cottages, all in a row?
That night, I had a wonderful dream about being in Richmond at an arts festival where there was good conversation, good food. Rich wood. Sunshine. A glow. Good friends. A sense of belonging. Intellectual stimulation.
So how about it, God? I'm not asking for a parting of the Red Sea, here! I'm just asking for a small break. I need a little help here. Don't let me mess this up!
I will keep in mind: what is important?
"This too shall pass," is the answer I hear.
"Trust."
I can trust in myself. I can trust in You.
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