i had a weird dream. i was trying to go to church but i kept going in a direction that i have never been before. at one point, i got lost and when i finally got to one church, it wasn’t the church i was looking for. it was a church for little kids. when i was standing outside of the building being puzzled, my coworker shows up and says this is a youth ministry church. i wanted to find another church but somehow i ended up there. i didn’t know what i was doing. but when the kids started singing, i felt this overwhelming joy and for some odd reason, it just felt right for me to be there.
it was a path that i didn’t expect to take or wanted to take, yet when i was led to be there, it was the best place i could be. so many times, i think and plan what i need to do or what i want to do. and even though it is important to have a goal, why is it so easy to forget the beauty of God’s hands that sometimes pushes us to places where we would never bother to look or go?