I'm in my motel room and I just cooked some pizza pops in the bedside microwave on some napkins. The napkins and the pops tended to mush together into one hot, mouth burning supper. But it was late and I'm tired, so I ate my fibre.
Feels like I am here for more than just the business meeting of our conference. I'm here for more than this workshop tomorrow, and connecting with people. I'm here for more than the direction sessions that are already planned for the next few days with individuals.
I think a part of my trip this weekend is simply that I need to listen and hear God on a few things.
There are so many things swirling around and I haven't had time to really try to discern what they lead to. I feel like I need to hear him.
Even at 44 (Younger now than the partying Ms. randallfriesen.com) I still find myself asking God who I am, and what is it I want to do with the rest of my years. Questions like what do I want to pour my energy and effort into. How can I make the most of these days, which are suppose to be my prime working years.
There are times of life in which I go into these questioning seasons. It helps me to continue to move ahead in my work and calling and it's important for me to refocus during these times. I need to try to understand what this shifting is that is going on within me. How am I changing and what is it within me that is changing.
So here I am, listening, watching, straining, hoping.
I hope He is talking.