funk today. Almost a fog. It’s like my mind has taken refuge outside of my body. Nothing seems quite right but nothing seems wrong either.
I woke up this morning wondering what the heck I’m doing changing jobs. And had no real answer. Then questions keep arising, especially ones like “why” or “what if“. I mean, what if God didn’t open this door? What then? What if I tricked myself into thinking this door was opened for me when I am the one that busted through it? Why did the door open, now? What purpose will I be serving in the new company? Will I be able to make a difference there?
Then, I realized, I didn’t make a difference here!. I. Me. My. Fact is, God made a difference here. Whether He used me or not, I’ll never truly know. I can think He did. I can feel like He did. I can even point to examples and say for (almost) certain, He did. Almost. Close. Not quite.
Let go, Let God.