The thing I'm waiting for still hasn't happened, but something else unexpected did. My mission became clear again. I've had four people come over in the last week for one-on-one time. They just needed someone to talk to, and I'm blessed to be chosen to be that person.
Never do I feel burdened by this. I actually love it. I can't wait for the day when people come over to my home where my husband and I can help people with their problems together. Or just listen and offer food to eat or wine to drink. Comfort. I've been wanting to provide a comfortable home to people for the longest time, and now I feel like it's starting to happen. Ok, God. Maybe I still have a purpose and mission for now. Thank you for giving me something to do. Thank you for listening to my prayer and helping me find purpose right now.
