God Has The Final Word

When God told me it was time to go home, while I was on assignment in Phoenix, I was not quite sure where to go. I had lived in a number of states. So, I assumed He meant Alabama. It was where I was born and raised. I soon found out that Alabama would not be my permanent resident.

After praying and not much listening, I figured I would look for a job where I could work from home and live anywhere. Thank God for grace and mercy, because I know sometimes, He wants to scream at me in a loud, booming voice, “my child listen!”

After so many closed doors, I surrendered. I prayed again and listened. And the following day, a job offer came to me.

Initially, I laughed, because I knew God had to be joking. When He told me it was time to go home, I did not think about the home I left before heading to Phoenix. Not only was He telling me to go back to Tennessee, He sent me back to the same hospital that I resigned from.

Tennessee was not even on my list of places that I considered home. I had only lived there for a few months. Deep down, I felt there had to be a purpose for this, so I accepted the offer.

Now, I wait to see how He uses me. The journey continues.

Talk to you soon!

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