Tuesday, March 10, 2009

give me a sign...

When I got home form bible study last night, there was a big, white envelope waiting for me on the table. It was from Yellowstone. They offered me a job in one of their big hotels. I'm really considering it.

Before, I was getting frustrated, looking for the perfect opportunity to get away, and I hadn't heard from any of the places I applied. Then, on the way home last night, I prayed that God would give me a sign, anything to let me know what he wanted me to do. Then I get home, and there's my sign, right on the table.

I get so restless and impatient, like I'm waiting for life to start, or at least get exciting. I thought about all the missed opportunities, and what happens when I let fear grab hold of me. After praying all through the night, I feel a peace about my decision to go west. And I'm really excited!

This isn't me at all. I'm not outdoorsy, or one to take off cross country, alone. I'm ready to step out of my zone, and experience something completely different.


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