I sit on a desk chair in an old brick house that serves as a hotel suite for long-term stays—for other nomads like me—in a city that might be our new home.
We’ve made numerous plans these months for where to live and what to do for ministry. The wind catches our ideas and blows them away.
And I sit down again—plan-less.
Do you ever wonder what God’s plan is? How you can serve the kingdom more? What to do for a job? How to raise your family?
What do we do when we can’t see God’s plans?