Needing A Moment
At the moment of this post, I'm sitting in a local bookstore, upstairs, near the window with the view of NYC Seaport a few feet away from my home. I was lured here not by my own will but God's will. He whispered in my ear to come here. With a million and one things to do, I said no...a few times. I thought about all of the things that had taken place, is taken place, and will probably take place. Past, present, future. I wanted to go home to not only think of these things but cater to the to-do list curated in my head. With so little time of the day, I had to make it worthwhile by taking advantage of a near empty home (most are at school or work). I have things to do and yet I hear that whisper. It wasn't loud. It wasn't harsh. Just a whisper and a tug for my obedience. So I obliged, given into my Father's voice. I heard his thank you and instructions for my seating which is to be near the window. I exited the bus not feeling too wel...
