The Best Laid Intentions
Sometimes, no matter how well you plan something out, God comes along and pulls that rug right from beneath your feet. I’m starting to wonder why I even bother anymore; every move is preceded by this prayer:
“Dear God, if this isn’t what you want, can you *please* find a *nice* way to show me?”
How many times have I hit the floor and prayed for a sign, a direction to the path I’m supposed to follow? Some things are crystal-clear: I’ve found my calling in a career. My daughter is supposed to be my focus of my life. When people need me, I try to be there.
But some things are still cloudy. My relationships are all changing; people moving in and out of my life… my family, new friends, old friends… some ties growing closer while others appear to be fading away… new people who need me and others who I have served my purpose with… I walk the lines carefully, trying to remain cognizant of the words I choose, the actions I make, the promises that leave my lips.
At some point, it will all come back to me, I know. I’ve seen it. Patience, virtue, and honesty have to win in the end… they just have to.
Otherwise, what’s the point of all this?