God has always provided a way.
That path has not always been immediately clear — not until I’m stumbling, bleary-eyed and bewildered, into unexpected awareness and realization.
But a way, the means, and an ending point (or perhaps all those ends have been merely starts to the next adventure?) have always been given to me.
I have to find faith that I’ll be blessed with those things again.
Everything always works out in the end. Every last thing.
Please, calm my nervous heart and help me find quiet respite, that I might be still enough to see the plans You’ve set for me. Please, fill my being with desires that match Your hopes for me. Your way is best. Help me to remember this.