|The main atrium at the High Museum of Art, Atlanta. (Jan 2012)|
I know this is probably the most vague blog post ever, but sometimes a girl needs to unload somewhere.
I wrote the above words before I found out I was pregnant. I am still debating the same issue I wrote about here. Having a child thrown into the mix makes decisions in life even harder. This particular decision is one that I hope that time and pray will provide a clear answer to.
I don't discuss my faith out loud very much. I find my relationship with God to be something I keep very private and only share in small, intimate settings. The only way, I know to find a clear answer to my problems sometimes is prayer. God is funny in the way he answers my prayers. Sometimes the answer is immediate, other times delayed. I feel like he is slowly laying his plan for my life out in front of me. Every detail becomes clear as he decides to unveil it to me. His plan is always better than the one can imagine for myself. From this, I become more patient. I learn to be grateful for my life as it is today.