Today I find myself accepting things for what they are. I am in transition (again), until God does what He does for me. I have moved to another friend’s house. Having to keep transporting everything can be a bit overwhelming. Of course, all I need is my coffee pot, my Bible, my computer and my phone. I work with these tools consistently. Call me flexible because I adjust to the space that I’m in. Yes, I make do with whatever the situation is at the current moment.
Do I like this? No, but I have accepted that the flexibility I have is there for a reason. Do I know everything God is doing. Of course not. But then, would I have anything to write about? Maybe, maybe not. Fiction?