Hotel Rooms.

Good evening y'all.

So, this post is going to be a little different. Let me tell you about my day. It started with an unfortunate meeting with an (now previous) employer. An opportunity that I was counting on, one that I had cleared my schedule of everything else for was ripped from underneath me. Just like that. One day I had a job then the next I was back at square one, unemployed. God has totally been opening so many different doors for me over the past few months, closing one after another also. I mean, I can't be two places at once as grand as that might be. I have found myself wandering the halls again, curious as to what door will be open to me next. Well this time I got pushed into the hall I took off running, panicking while looking for the next open door. Banging on doors that look promising, in hope that maybe that is the one. Does anybody hear me knocking? Hello! 21 year old girl locked out of her room again. Eventually, after I was done have my moment (we all deserve to have a moment ok) I come to a halt, out of breathe and trembling, finally going slow enough to hear my own thoughts. Why am I racing down the hall when I know God is the one who shut the door, and he is the one who will open the next? Is my faith really that nonexistent?! I sure as heck hope not. Gods in control of each step I take, He will lead me to the next door. This morning I started off running, but this evening I am now at a leisure walk. The fear that I would not be able to pay my bills, keep gas in my car, or take care of my responsibilities were all assumptions spoken into me by the devil. Having fear like that does not at all boast of my faith. This walk, this hall, it might be brutal but what comes of it is beauty. Do I feel like I am trapped in a grand hotel with 12 floors and hundreds of doors? Heck yes. Even so though, I have been blessed because each door lead me to another beautiful journey. I don't necessarily think I have been going into the wrong rooms, I more feel like the hotel manager just keeps giving me an upgrade and shaking things up. Keeping my stay real interesting. Let me tell you though, the blessing of getting to stay in those rooms was that I got to see the beauty of what else was around me. Going from room to room, walking these lengthy halls, and leaving with doors shut behind me is brutal and exhausting. The beauty that comes from this brutal walk though, that is all worth it. Packing up, and unpacking again somewhere else does have its perk because each time I repack I take something different and more often than not leave something behind. That to me, makes it worth the wandering. Would you rather just sit in the lobby and never catch a sight of any of the rooms? Or are you ready to take the walk, wander the halls, and go into whatever door opens to you next?

OK - but for real y'all don't go walking the halls of hotels going in whatever room is open. This is strictly a metaphor.

xo