Every time I think I sense a direction, another option presents itself. Whenever I take a path that looks right, it soon grows difficult to traverse. If life is a hall with doors and windows of opportunity, my life is positively drafty right now. Another window opens and I’m not sure if I should just admire the view or if it’s really a sliding glass door.
Not to complain, but simply expressing emotion, I feel like a yoyo … up and down and occasionally around and around. I’m open, or at least I want to be open to whatever God wants to do. I’m just not sure what that is … or where.
It’s tiring pursuing an ever increasing list of possibilities, watching looking to see which opening closes and which opens wider … and trying to make sure it opens wide enough for a family of seven.