Waiting, or copping out?
I wondered this weekend if I was really "waiting for God to tell me where He wanted me and what He wanted me to do", or if I'm just using that as an excuse to sit on my butt and do nothing. Move to Indy? Don't want to. Going to anyway, if we have to, but doesn't mean I want to. But...I wonder. When does "waiting upon the Lord" become "so I have an excuse to sit here and do nothing until I get The Answer"? And, since I have no real idea what God's trying to tell me (hey, look at the title of the blog, for pete's sake), that really means I'll never get the answer, unless God gets an email station installed up in Heaven. Meanwhile, I keep getting job offers for positions I am clearly unqualified for, and it's real dang obvious the recruiters didn't bother actually checking the resumes they're skimming. Heck, they're probably bot-scanning them and having the bot send out an auto-email to everyone who posts a r...