Daring to be....Me

A precious sister just emailed me this evening and said that my "faith" is beautiful. I find that ironic (and sweet) seeing as how that's the very word...concept...idea...I've been wrestling with all day.

Faith...What does that look like? When am I just being stubborn and not wanting to face the "closed doors?" Or when is it that I'm supposed to keep running head-first into a brick wall?

These questions seem to be on repeat in my brain.

The other night as I was about to sleep, the best thunderstorm I've experienced in a very long time began. Quick bolts of lightning were in constant motion across the sky. The thunder roared incessantly...one sound echoing another. The rain fell with a steady patter outside my window. And I wondered along with so many others who've questioned the same...
If God can orchestrate such a symphony of His majestic glory, do I not think that He is capable of orchestrating the minute details of my life?

Hmmm.

My conclusion is that while God can not be controlled(moving to and fro at my every whim), He can be trusted. And while He so graciously listens to my "Whys?" and "Why nots?," He's also at work bringing all things together for His purpose and glory.

And so I'm rendered with but a few words left to speak...
As You wish, Lord. As You wish.