Just say that you ...

Oh.

Hi?

I surprised myself by clicking "new post" without knowing what to New Post about.

I suppose I could bore you with the normal, everyday, 'room's-not-clean' and 'looking-for-a-job'- type things. But that would be... normal. And Everyday.

Just like my day is not.


Make sense of that.

If you are looking to pray and don't know what to pray for, or to talk about, or to muse over, or to send happy thoughts towards--I am waiting for the 'ok' on a shift change in the Writing Center. Or for God to open up the skies and shout out directions. Or at least to drop a map.

And, you see, I would isolate that paragraph to a particular section of my life; I would give you specifics and lovely little details. But I reference my entire life. Every little bullet and sub-point on the outline of this chapter of my world could use a little Google map that says 'start here' and 'destination will be on the--'

Left? In the middle of the street? { like the crooked homeless man this morning who waved his sign on my windshield, shouting his "Veteran in need of" into the streaked glass. Wipers on. "Sheek, sheek." Still in need--but the "of" is blank }

like that slate we all reference and give a knowing nod toward, as if the same tuneless song dwindles through our (semi) conscious minds.

God, give me the right question to ask that makes sense of the answers I see-

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