In the past three days, I have had conversations that began, “Deneen, I wanted to tell you before you heard it from someone else.” Both times, it ended with a co-worker announcing her departure. Right now, I am trying not to answer the phone for fear of another conversation like that.
Last night, I had dinner with a friend who flew into town for a wedding. It is so nice to have a friendly face in town at the moment. Life is so up in the air right now, I need those familiar faces and voices–voices of pioneers who left the comfort of NJ to pursue the things that God has given them to pursue. I need to be reminded that it is possible to leave a state where much of the population has not left a 10 mile radius.
I started to read a dangerous book this week, Through Painted Deserts by Donald Miller. I knew that the book was timely when I read the author’s notes. I am wading through the book very slowly…partly because of my exhausted cognition issues, partly because I don’t want to miss what God wants to speak to my spirit through this book.
All signs point to an adventure that is taking shape. I don’t know the details. I don’t have the GPS coordinates. But I do have a driving sense to be on the open road to who-knows-where, following God’s lead.
On a lighter note, I’ve partially regained my taste for coffee. I was afraid for a few days.