Where am I headed...?

I love going to the airport. You arrive at the terminal (which is a bad name for those who are scared to fly) and begin a journey to every different part of the world. You go through security with someone who has a passport, another who is a business person with their laptop and blackberry, and another family who is heading to see family and worried that their kids are going to bother the other passengers.



But I just slide through security on my way to a location.



I look up at the big wall of screens and try to find the gate that I will be leaving from. And right there, I can see all of the possibilities. New York City, Tulsa, Spokane, Tuscaloosa, Honolulu....



It is overwhelming to know where I could be going and to feel like I am actually in charge of my own destiny. I don't like that feeling at all. I get this way when there is a change in my destination. I quit my job and search for a new one.



But in this exercise, I find that my heart is opened up to all of the places that I could travel. I look up to the monitor and ask God to tell me what is next....



So here I am.



Where should I go? What should I do?



I am trying to metaphorically go to the airport....to check in.....and to pass through security....trusting that God is taking me to the place where I was meant to live.