Sometimes I wish I didn't know what what was right.
I wish I could live in that cluttered ambiguity of interpretation and self deception.
Even now, I wish there were less overt plans for me in the grand design.
All that being said, a call is a call. You can pretend like its a mood for a time. You can confuse it by interpreting its symbolism for even longer. But eventually, the raw repetitiveness and the return to the basic truth brings it into unquestionable, uncomfortable clarity.
What's left to do? Quit wishing and start praying.
Pray I have the strength to persevere.
Pray for truth always, even when I don't want it.
Pray that whatever the plan, I have the grace to obey even when I don't see the point.
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