Currently Hinds' Feet on High Places By Hannah Hurnard see related

It's a strange feeling, to someone so used to success. This is the point where hard work won't always cut it.

Nothing I want to succeed in now is anywhere near sure.

Writing: Got my second rejection letter yesterday. I'm not that bummed, because I know it's part of the process--it's just the wondering, how many more are to come before I can get published consistently?

Fiddler on the Roof: Most of you don't know, but the college where my Dad works is putting on the musical, and Daddy and I were both going to try out. I really really wish I could do a lead with him. With my musical immaturity, I'll be lucky to get a chorus part, though.

Missions: I just found out, IMB has had to cut way back on sending missionaries. They told me today that they won't be considering anybody else until January, and even then they will be taking far fewer candidates than normal. But I really can't imagine doing anything else, anymore. So I'm left to wonder--wait? Or try to find another venue for missions?

I could freak about all this, but I won't. God knows what He wants to do with me now. I just have to trust that He knows where these wishes, "ifs," and "maybes" will get me to turn, and make sure He puts what He wants in front of me.

Lord, help me to listen. I just want to be where You want me to be. And I know You're smiling right now, because You're thinking more about where I am in proximity to Your heart than my next occupation.