So, I unexpectedly had to go out of town again a few days after getting back from Charleston -- this time to Mississippi for a funeral. I got back home early this afternoon, for a couple of days to rest up before starting back to work. It's been a quiet day of laundry, movie-watching, etc.
I have virtually no food in the house, so tonight I drove out to Subway to grab dinner. I brought it back to camp, and walked out to the Frontier Adventure field and sat at one of the picnic tables to eat. As is common these days, what came to my mind was -- where am I going from here? It's strange that this place that felt so much like home just a few months ago, feels uncomfortable and unwelcoming to me now. I know it's almost time to move on. But I have no idea where I'm going next. So my prayer continues to be, "God, show me where to go. Show me what You have for the next season."
I know He will, in time. The hard part is waiting on the answer to come. And I'm praying, too, that I can be content here until He opens the next door. I want to live with purpose, every day He gives me.
