I know that I’m in the midst of a Greek series right now but for the moment I need to put this out.

  For the past month and a half, God has been trying to tell me something. During this time, I have not been out to any parties, clubs, or any social events for that matter. Now don’t get me wrong, it’s not like I was a party animal before this time passed but I did enjoy the company of people. Looking back, I don’t know exactly where the change happened…

I have literally been going back and forth from home, work, church, and school. At first, I thought that this was all self-induced, you know, “I’m just doing what I need to do to be a better person, blah blah”. But it wasn’t until my trip to Atlanta fell through this past weekend that I had an epiphany; it wasn’t me at all. See, if I had been doing all of this work on myself, for myself, I would have still been in Atlanta this weekend.

  However, God had/has other plans. As soon as I realized that the trip was not happening, I thought, “this has been God the whole time”. Here I was sitting in a director’s chair, thinking that I was directing the movie to my life for these past few weeks, when he finally tapped me on the shoulder to show me that his chair was behind me the entire time. He let me think that I was yelling the “CUTS!” and writing the script because he knew that if I’d have known that he was the driving force this entire time, I’d probably go against his plan. It’s not that I don’t trust him, it’s just that I like to know what’s happening next. A bit of that comes from being a writer and a book-worm, I’m always thinking, “how is the story going to end?”

I took the time out Saturday morning to be still. I had a conversation with God, basically telling him all that I have written here, and I asked him for patience through this process. I know that he has removed certain things and people (I’ve been hanging with three of the same people this month) for a reason. God always has a plan, and he’s always speaking to us through different avenues but it’s up to us to both  listen and take heed to what he’s saying.

I’ve always known when God was communicating with me. If you’d ask anyone I have been friends with, they could tell you that they’ve heard me say on multiple occasions, “God is trying to tell me something.” The problem is, I have a hard time knowing what the “something” is… at least until he slaps me in the face with it. Just like now, I know he’s speaking to me about something, I’m just praying that my ears be trained to hear his voice clearer.

-From Me to You, Love.