As of late, I have found myself completely freaking out inside. Normally, I can be comfortable with a considerable amount of ambiguity in my life, but recently...

I had so much direction when I moved to Texas seven months ago. I had a plan. I knew where I was headed. Since that time, I have discovered that I, in fact, have no idea what I want to do or where I want to go. I have spent a lot of time thinking and praying about it lately. I have had no answers or revelations yet. There have been several moments when I have noticed this paralyzed feeling somewhere in the pit of my stomach... and so, I remember to exhale.

Perhaps it wouldn't be so terrifying if I hadn't felt such confidence in the fact that God was guiding my steps toward a specific goal. I certainly have no doubt that He brought me here with a purpose. All this time, could His purpose have been different than mine? Why does that scare me so much?