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When I first moved into this house, I spent a lot of time looking for the perfect desk. It had to be a certain length for maximum productivity - holding both my laptop and my monitor. I was going to finally finish my novel.
The desk I found was almost perfect. And the surface contained a picture of the world to inspire me as I made my dreams come true.
Now it looks like this: a junk pile with a TV on it. I can& #39;t tell you the last time I sat it. Or the last time I wrote anything.
I very strongly believe that I& #39;m where God wants me to be. I don& #39;t believe that I know best how to steward the life He& #39;s given me to live.
I& #39;ve made some pretty crappy choices and have been blessed to come out from them as well as I have.
But I still have hope for more.
I guess there& #39;s no point to this thread.
