Sometimes you can get confused in life and start wondering even what species you are, and what you're supposed to be doing. Our confusion is not of this sort--it's a labor related confusion, all puns aside. Our eyes have been set on the Navy
for some time yet the doors to those blasted subs seem sealed as ever leaving us questioning even our racial identities, oddly enough. Well, perhaps it has not gone that far, but we have been hard at it in prayer asking why we have been brought to Rocky Point, North Carolina
if not for this purpose.
Life can get confusing but we need not get our britches in a wad; we can pray. Sometimes though, it's more about the process than the answer we get back. I guess God does not send faxes or have an 800 number but I will bet His customer satisfaction percentage is high, even though He doesn't have same day service. I'm trying to learn how to be OK with this!
Someone recently told me that in just 10 or 20 years I'll look back and I'll say, "Oh, NOW I understand!" Haha... Just 10 or 20 years to go!