“I should be doing more,” she said. “I want to do more but I don’t know what to do. I don’t know what God wants me to do. What is God’s will for my life?”
That’s how our conversation began. Her questions and statements are more than familiar to me. I have heard them or variations of them many times before. I have asked and wrestled with them myself, more than a few times. Most of us, I think, do and usually more than once.
I wasn’t too quick to speak or to try to answer her questions. So I let silence do its work, to deepen her questions. There is more to what she was asking than her spoken questions. Besides, I don’t have her answers.
In some sense her questions may be more important than any answer she or I might give. They point to something deep within…
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