Somehow it all got away.
Have you ever, if even just for a second, stepped out of yourself, out of your existential presence, looked around and realized, “this is not as I planned it” or, “this is not how I imagined it” or, “I don’t think I recognize any of this?”
Yeah, OK, I realize that probably sounds crazy. But if you know, you know.
Somehow it all got away.
It’s jarring. It’s odd. It feels kinda destabilizing. Like vertigo, but in your soul.
Maybe that’s the point. Maybe that’s God telling you that it’s not about planning and control and exactly as you pictured it. It’s about sowing and watching it bloom. Once it’s bloomed, to continually reshape, weed, tend, untangle, or retangle.
Maybe the point is to notice and to stay long enough to see what it becomes.
