Today, April 17th, started like the day before. I was at a lost what to do with the day, and it was a struggle to pray for the right things. Struggling though I was, I got up and waited for God to tell me what to do.
He told me to go packing.
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In barely 3 weeks, I will be leaving the place that I called home for about two years. God is very good such that I was able to finally let go and let Him decide in the matter of my living quarters. I love it when He finally takes control that I have no will of my own. Not because I have no strength anymore to think for myself. I know it is mainly because I have realized what on earth I am here for: His purpose.
He wants me to come back home and make my Mom's house come to life again. Coming to life like it was when Mom was alive. I loved our house so much that I would find myself sitting on the terrace, looking at the garden that Mom so painstakingly worked on. Now several years later, there still is a part of my Mom left even when the resplendence of our yard went when she died. God wants me to at least try doing it again.
We'll see what's going to happen. I have packed most of the things I need home with me. There are plenty that are still left hanging in the closet, and stashed away in the cabinets, but little by little, I'm getting ready to leave.
God, I offer this day to You, and all the rest of my life. Blessed be Your name above all.
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