Change. I avoid it. I run from it. I complain about it. It makes me anxious. It upsets my routine. It makes me give up my safe routine and experience something new. I don’t like it.

So, why am I craving something different, something new: a change?
When did the “rut” that is my safe secure place become boring and unsatisfactory?

For months now, I’ve felt that there’s something just outside of my grasp. Something new. Something meaningful. Something important. It’s stirs my soul with the anticipation of a child on Christmas morning.

There’s some purpose for my life that God has yet to reveal. I don’t know what it is. I honestly don’t have a clue at this point. But, my heart is being prepared of a change. This time, I promise not to run or hide. I’m ready, God. Send me.

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