When does the fact that a lifestyle or a place sucks the life out of you matter to God? Am I there to learn a lesson? Am I there because I view my hours and my boss as my provider more than I view God as my provider?
When do these thoughts become dangerous to my family when we can barely make it financially with both of us working full time? Or do these thoughts finally bring about something God has wanted me (and Patrik?) to realize all along?
Good questions. Questions that I’m asking tonight. I’ve sat with God and shared my heart with Him. I’m sure there is more to come.