after a semester of hard work, the literary magazine i've been overseeing as editor-in-chief is being released tomorrow evening at the local literary pub -- but no one else on the committee can make it, i've yet to see a general invite from the communications director directed to all english students, there are schedule conflicts, and the actual copy of the magazine i want to present has yet to arrive.
um, it's all in God's hands, that i know. i also know that this is a lesson in trust. i can either feel overwhelmed at the level of trust that i need to be confident that God will pull this off, or i can be thankful that He's placing me in such a precarious position that all i can do is trust him.
i'm not about to go halfway, harbouring a bit of trust and untrust, because the last time i did, i got the magazine (trust won there - 'it's gonna happen') but it was printed wrong (untrust won there - 'it's not gonna happen'). it's as though He was teasing me: you couldn't trust me fully, you didn't ask me fully, so i won't give you fully. i was laughing as i expressed my displeasure with the shipment to the marketing director, who probably couldn't reconcile the seriousness of my words with the humour i evidently felt.
anyway... i'm not dwelling on the situation, i'm placed the issue at His feet, and now feel compelled to bring it before you, requesting that you could pray with me, for me.
thanks.
um, it's all in God's hands, that i know. i also know that this is a lesson in trust. i can either feel overwhelmed at the level of trust that i need to be confident that God will pull this off, or i can be thankful that He's placing me in such a precarious position that all i can do is trust him.
i'm not about to go halfway, harbouring a bit of trust and untrust, because the last time i did, i got the magazine (trust won there - 'it's gonna happen') but it was printed wrong (untrust won there - 'it's not gonna happen'). it's as though He was teasing me: you couldn't trust me fully, you didn't ask me fully, so i won't give you fully. i was laughing as i expressed my displeasure with the shipment to the marketing director, who probably couldn't reconcile the seriousness of my words with the humour i evidently felt.
anyway... i'm not dwelling on the situation, i'm placed the issue at His feet, and now feel compelled to bring it before you, requesting that you could pray with me, for me.
thanks.
for you as you place your trust in the Lord