Recently, I dropped most things in life and moved to San Francisco. Now this may not seem very surprising to you, since it appears to be the hot trend these days. But unlike the plethora of young, driven, intellectual individuals with $6 pour over coffee that have rushed to the soil of apparently endless possibility-- I have come with no such plan and (don't kill me) a can of Folger's.
However, I did come with something. It is profound and powerful enough to make me leave my most favorite place to move to one of my least favorite places (that I am currently aware of). This "thing" that first prompted me to pack up and move was the soft, undeniable and irrefutable whisper of the Holy Spirit.
I fought Him for awhile--I was perfectly content and sure that I was experiencing the abundance of what He had for me. But as soon as I surrendered to the Voice and His leadership, like a waterfall I was drown in the sweet presence and assurance of God. His love would hit at the most unexpected times, and for weeks I would weep at the drop of a hat just thinking of His consistency and faithfulness towards me. How could I forget so easily that to be where He is is the greatest joy and to go where He calls is the most life-giving adventure?
That one thing is enough. That call is worth everything.
My life is very up in the air at the present moment, and I am trying my best to wait patiently until it comes back down (not looking like it's going to be in the foreseeable future). I find myself often muttering, I have no idea what I'm doing. But thankfully, HE DOES and happens to be in control of all that stuff we threw in the air together.
And He has a way of really glorifying Himself so wonderfully in the messiness of life. I want to glorify Him with my personal mess; with my story. So as it unfolds, I'll write it down.
Feel free to praise Him with me.
