My path is tangled. My faith is tried. Not shaking, not wavering. But it is under assault. It doesn't make sense. A senseless path? Of course not. I don't believe that. But I do see it. That is what I see when I look out in front of me. I see conflict between my wants and needs, and, for that matter, conflict among my various wants; among my various needs. I see apparent conflict between my temporal concerns and spiritual ones. You know, like insurance and income vs ministry and service. They won't jive today. As hard as I try to make them work, I don't have peace with any of the plans I come up with for next year. I am hearing one thing from one direction and another from another. I see paths everywhere. "Your ears shall hear a word behind you, saying, "This is the way, walk in it," Isa 30:21 I believe that He, of course, will do that. So I am working like that's gonna happen. Trying to understand as if I will soon. Listening like one who is being instructed. But right now I am a little confused. And I think that I'm supposed to be. So that my faith can be tried. So I can see it proven. I do trust His heart.