O' Lord

O' Lord, O' Lord, I know you hear my cry! Your love is lifting me above all the lies. No matter what I face, this I know in time, you'll take all that is wrong and make it right.  "

Those are the lyrics that I heard this morning as I woke up from a jet-lagged sleep. Those lyrics are still harmonizing in my mind and heart...eight hours later. I am currently finding myself sitting in a coffee shop in small town, Sugarcreek, Ohio. I find myself at home. I have been here in Ohio for five days now, and I have done nothing but cry out the words "O' Lord, O' Lord" over and over again.

 I am, once again, in a position where I am unsure of where God wants me. What I thought was going to happen, was that I was going to come back to Ohio for three weeks to try and somehow begin mending the brokenness in my family. Mainly with my parents. But I have come to realize, that I can't fix them. I can't change them. I can't change anything but myself. I have to come to realize that the doors for me to go back to Alaska have come to a close, and it brings sadness to my heart at that reality. I mean, what am I to do? Physically and worldly, I have nothing. I am now without a job, a home, and possibly a car. In both places. But the one thing that I know has remained and will ALWAYS remain, is Jesus.

O' Lord, O' Lord. 

 I am unsure of what I am to do. In two weeks, I will be approaching the date that my flight leaves for Alaska. Do I get on that plane knowing that I have nothing to return to, or do I stay and start over here in Ohio? All I know is that I can't worry about the here and now, or anything in my past, but I must stay focused on the one thing that I know will never change. The one thing that will always remain...

O' Lord. O' Lord, I know you hear my cry! Your love is lifting me above all the lies.