The sweet, sweet fruit of years of trying to grasp the concept of I am to do with my life with regards to the status of my "profession", finally ripened. Not only did it ripen, but it also dropped from the tree and onto my big toe, no less dramatic than that. Just a little reminder that while I was busying myself in reaching for that fruit using so many futile attempts, God was making me wait for the right time for it to be ripened, and to fall and be partaken at the right moment. There is no more perfect moment to show God's glory than through the circumstances I have been in that led to this moment. This was no subtle hint. This was putting me down with a lot of Tylenol PM, meds that impair my judgement (all the more scaring me because I have no control over my body OR my mind), and the Lord telling me "I got this, woman. You have such a hard head. Where is your faith?"
This is like Mark 4:35-41, When the disciples called on to Jesus for help when stormy seas tossed the boat around, and Jesus calmed the storm just by telling the sea to be still. "Do you still have no faith?"
Tagos, Lord. Forgive me.
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