Twentyclear days a year-that sounds about like my life. I think I see what’s reallygoing on about that often. The rest of the time, it feels like fog, like thebathroom mirror after a hot shower. You know what I mean. What exactly are youperfectly clear on these days? How about your life? Why have things gone theway they have? Where was God in all that? And do you know what you ought to donext, with a deep, settled confidence that it will work out? Neither do I. Oh,I’d love to wake each morning knowing exactly who I am and where God is takingme

Wild at Heart, by John Eldredge.

Published November 11, 2018

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