I was going to the book store to find a book for Brooke when the first book my eyes saw was a book from my favorite new author, Priscilla Shirer, the book is called Life Interrupted.
Sometimes you know, just know, and while I cringed, I knew God knew and was pointing the way.
Life interrupted. That's me.
I am a clear-vision, I can see my future kind of girl and more than ready to blow up any mountains in my path to get there. Get there quick and live in the land of happiness and bliss.
Life interruptions have left me blindsided and dizzy as if I've lost my balance.
God says, "I know ... this will help."
There is raw pain and beauty in letting go.
In trusting that God knows all, sees all, and knows the future we cannot see in our limited human perspective. Sometimes that is my only peace when there isn't peace. At. All.
I feel as if I have rode through a hurricane and have been dropped in a country uncertain of where I am. Coughing, gasping for air as I regain my equilibrium, reaching, hand opened to God, He is breathing new life in me.
Interruptions.
My crystal-clear life plan derailed.
Yet, He knows.