God moves in
mysterious ridiculous ways.
I have never had problems making decisions. It’s always just happened that everything falls into place and I’ve never really been faced with competing options. Uni course? Sure. This one looks good. Date a guy? Oh yeah – this one is very nice and he likes me. Marry the guy? No stress. Get a job? Thanks Natalie for lining up the best job in the universe for me. Kids, Career, Place to Live? Now Matt and I are just chilling with a nicely organised five year plan, blissfully comfortable knowing that God will take care of us after that. People always talk about doors opening and closing, and stages of life and stuff and it seems to foreign to my situation. So far my doors have opened and closed like the credits in Get Smart and I have just kept walking straight ahead.
Last night I hung out with some friends and we were talking about our plans for the future. I was the freak who knew exactly what she wanted and how things were going to go from now on.
Today I got a phone call that suddenly spun things out of control – not in a particularly drastic way and definitely not in a negative way – but it is still a potentially massive shakeup to those plans. For the first time in my life I have two doors open and I’m not really sure what to do about it. I don’t even know how I am supposed to pray about it!