|mustache on a sidewalk|
I'm reading a book that's really messing with me as well, though I am not quite ready to go into the specifics of what my response to that will be. I am waiting, waiting, waiting for God to show me what is next. For him to reveal what the next steps will be. I have some ideas, and they probably aren't going to help at all with my issues of feeling uncomfortable because my lifestyle is oriented differently from what is the cultural norm.
My husband read this today: "Pain is often your passport to your next season" (tweeted by Jim Raley) and shared it with me, and I thought, "Yes! Yes this is the reason for my discomfort. They are growing pains." Seasons change, and I change and life grows within and bursts out, but there is no birth giving without pain.
Yahweh, you have my attention. Do with me as you will.