Today, I am headed to an interview for school. It has been years since I have been to an interview.
With what may appear to be years of failure behind me, I am making a move forward. I used to think they were failures. This may sound cliche, but I am realizing that they were not necessarily failures, but redirections. I am one of those people who can get so focused that God must use a little bit more than gentle words to get me where I am supposed to be. Today, is the culmination of many months of gathering my broken pieces and seeing a mosaic beginning to form. I am beginning to see that maybe my life was meant to be a mosaic, and not a uniformly beautiful vase. The pieces are coming together in a beautiful way, so unlike the objects from which they originated.
I am excited. I am praying that this mosaic is pleasing to God. I am praying that I can remained focused on glorifying God, even when I'm tempted to focus on paper cuts and stubbed toes. I am praying I don't throw up in the interview. I am praying.
Remember that entry I posted a few months ago? The Monsters Behind the Closet Door? This is one of those moments I wrote about, but I'm not going to allow the monster outside the closet to prevent me from opening it, and finding out that the closet is really a doorway.
Deep breath... in... out... in... out... in...and here we go.
Feel free to pray with me.
With what may appear to be years of failure behind me, I am making a move forward. I used to think they were failures. This may sound cliche, but I am realizing that they were not necessarily failures, but redirections. I am one of those people who can get so focused that God must use a little bit more than gentle words to get me where I am supposed to be. Today, is the culmination of many months of gathering my broken pieces and seeing a mosaic beginning to form. I am beginning to see that maybe my life was meant to be a mosaic, and not a uniformly beautiful vase. The pieces are coming together in a beautiful way, so unlike the objects from which they originated.
I am excited. I am praying that this mosaic is pleasing to God. I am praying that I can remained focused on glorifying God, even when I'm tempted to focus on paper cuts and stubbed toes. I am praying I don't throw up in the interview. I am praying.
Remember that entry I posted a few months ago? The Monsters Behind the Closet Door? This is one of those moments I wrote about, but I'm not going to allow the monster outside the closet to prevent me from opening it, and finding out that the closet is really a doorway.
Deep breath... in... out... in... out... in...and here we go.
Feel free to pray with me.
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