change

change. that is probably the most hated word no matter what language you speak it. i don't mind it, though...well, most of the time.
i made a really tough decision to quit one job and am in the middle of getting into a different one, none of which is the one i really wanted.
but that's not why i'm writing. i recently met a young lady who has experienced a change in plans. many things bombarded her at once, resulting in what seemed like the worst week in her life. she had a purpose, and a plan to go with it, but persevering seemed virtually impossible. it made me think: how would i react if i was that close to going to AFRICA and CHANGE hit me like train?
I know my purpose. I know I could persevere, but it's the plan that gets me. Am I making the right choices? Have I missed the mark somewhere? How do I know that I am in the right place at the right time?
These questions run through my mind a lot but then something awesome, amazing happens...GOD!
He steps in at the right time to reassure me that His plan, His purpose, His perseverance is working in my life. I have this puzzle box with a picture of what all these little pieces will someday be. One by one, they fall into place. Occasionally someone will stop by to help me, to guide me, to distract me, but I know I have all the pieces, even the ones that are no where to be found--because they're under another piece. But they're there.