What do you want me to do?
It’s a simple enough question. One that many ask their God every day.
It’s a sign of faith. An acknowledgement that we don’t have a helluva clue what’s going on down here.
I ask it all the time.
How do I know the answers I hear are from God or from my crazy?
Anxiety, Panic, OCD all natter at me in words of crossed purposes. They yell and scream and whisper at me…
Pound your leg bloody raw.
How do I know which voice to follow?
How do I know what You want me to do?
Just a Nut with a Question
Post-Note: Sorry for the heavy. It came and I wrote it. I hope that’s what I was supposed to do.