Ask me my sin and I’ll tell you impatience.
I can’t stand the thought of not knowing what’s next. I panic when something in a plan goes awry. I hate being late. And I hate, hateee being the last.. one.. left.
With so many plans for my summer up in the air, and my own human limbs going a mile a minute trying to make something (anything!) work, He knew all along where I needed to be. He closed (slammed?) doors in my face. He showed me good idols and then ripped them away. He forced me to think harder, keep going, and hold firmly on the last grip of faith my hands could keep handled.
But people, GOD. HAS. YOUR. PLAN.
How dare we limit the capability of the one who turned measly ole water into the greatest of wines.
How dare we limit the one who pushed apart miles of ocean waves to let masses of people walk through them safely.
How dare we limit the LOVE of a Father who showed generations upon generations of people the truest of loves this world has ever seen !!
Not my plan. Not my path. But here we are, with a resolution (for now) that is blowing me away.
If you’re losing sight of what’s waiting ahead, stop straining. Look up. He’s painting your story, friend. And it’s gonna be GOOD.
Hi, I'm Chlo.
I've been writing stories inspired by my real and imaginative experiences since I learned at age 7 that if you fold and staple construction paper together, it sort of looks like a real book. I have always craved soul serving stories- ones that melt like butter in your mind as you hear your heart explained out loud.
This here is my home away from home. When I'm not exploring neighborhood coffeehouses, driving down the Pacific Coast (again), or loving on all my people - I'm probably here, with you. Come on in! Scroll around. I hope you feel less alone.