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Next.

"What's next?"

A question pressing unceasingly in the back of my busy mind.
It is drenched deeply in more questions of "how" and "where," "why" and "with whom."

But the biggest questions are:

"What if?"

"What if?"

Fears: unfounded by who God is. By what he promises.

He whispers,
"Do not be afraid, my child.
I will not leave your side.
My arms will never unwrap from this loving embrace.
As I lead, you can skip alongside me as a trusting child.
You need not question where this path leads, merely enjoy skipping along with me."

I want to.

I want to believe.

I know that what you have for me is good. And not necessarily good in how this minuscule mind sees goodness. Your goodness is not how I see it. Your success is not how I view success. Your love is not even how I know it.

I know that where you take me, there you will be. I know it. I know I need not fear.

But in the meantime, how do I get there?

And I can't help asking, "What if I miss out on something greater?"



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