Today my nephew's fiancé posted a great quote on Facebook:
"Do you know what makes life confusing? When you can't determine if things are signs for you to give up or simply a test to see if you can hold on longer...."
That's the true epitome of confusion if I ever saw it. I have had my share of God sightings and whispers and so far they (or He) have not let me down yet. Usually when I'm unsure of which one of those paths to take, I say a simple prayer, "Just give me a sign Lord. Lead me down the road that is your way." Nine times out of ten, (make that ten out of ten) He always comes through. The funny part is I always forget I prayed the prayer, then, two days later, when I least expect it, the sign appears. I always realize, in shock, that a few days ago I asked for a sign and here it is.
The signs come in emails, Facebook posts, pictures, even in something my husband says the next morning. Many times there is no way the connections could be made, except by the divine. Every time I'm left saying, "Are you kidding me?" no matter how many times it happens. So far I've been taught not to walk away. Each time I make the effort or pose the question to God, He redirects me. Turns me right around, just like a parent would, and seems to say, "March right back in their young lady and get back to it." Its the only way I can sort out this kind of confusion.
And so, as another day goes by, the great Agatha Christie once said, "I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, but through it all I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing", - such is life, and...I have written.