Now you're pregnant. Now you're not. I can't keep up, God! Could you make up your mind?
Okay, Stop! Collaborate and listen, Vanilla Ice tells us. And maybe his exhortation has value in this case, and any case where one feels they are being thrown curve balls in life.
I can nurse my frustration, or I can step back, remember that the Lord and I are on the same team, and listen for His voice in the midst of obscurity.
The only problem is that He's not in the thunder or the storm, but in the still small voice, the tiny whispering wind.
So silence your rebellion, dear Bexx, and return to Him with all your heart. For surely he knows the plans he has for me, "says the Lord, plans for your welfare and not for harm, to give you a future with hope."
Thy will be done.
