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Nothing By Chance...

Has it ever occurred to you
That nothing occurs to God?
He knows the end from the beginning.
And you'll never catch Him off-guard.
There's no need to be dismayed.
Our God is already made a way.

- Brian Courtney Wilson, "Nothing Occurs to God"

That's been the sum total of my thoughts this week. Inasmuch as I'm completely baffled by what's going on around me, I know that He knows. And THAT makes all of this bearable.

And what's been going on lately? Let's see...
  • I was supposed to have surgery to treat my painful periods. It was postponed...because my period started.
  • My boyfriend finally revealed to me that his testosterone is low. He's spent the entire summer trying to convince me that sex isn't the only way to be intimate and that I was wrong to want it.
  • My boss is a petty trick that makes me want to slap her in the mouth. Hypothetically, of course. 
When this song came into my life, I just broke down and cried. I realized -- yet again -- that I'm not in this alone and whatever is happening is for a reason. And as much as I'd like to know what it is, the point is that He knows, He cares, and He has a plan for me. Now I've just got to get on-board.

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