... and I missed enjoying it because I was not where I wanted to be. This morning I woke trusting God that I am where I am supposed to be. Being predestinarian is both a bane and a blessing, as I meditate on this Word day and night:
Your eyes saw my unformed substance;
in Your book were written, every one of them,
the days that were formed for me,
when as yet there was none of them.
Yesterday was the first day of Fall and I was where I was to be, long before the foundation of the world was laid! That's my story and I am sticking to it!