breathe and choose...

you should know that yesterday i reached a category six level of boredom which led me to do an investigative search regarding bristol palin's alleged plastic surgery.  i can confirm the makings of a chin implant and lipo in various places.  also her son is very cute.  which then led me to google "jamie lynn spears" which was followed by an embarrassing long stalk sesh looking deep into the lives of other famous teen mom's and their children.  end scene.

and then i thought "why does God have to be so dramatic?"  this of course is completely unrelated to that troubling first paragraph.  God always shows up, He always comes through.  but why at the very end God?  because some of us have situations where we're running out of time.  we're looking at this thing that's headed straight for us and the clock is ticking and we've exhausted all our human resources and we're like "what is going to happen?!"  and God is busy crafting his plan.  slowly.  and he will provide at the last minute.  with jazz hands.  but it can be a little maddening. 

i guess i will hang on til the end and watch him do something delightful like he always does.  like all the other times i was running out of time.  faith is a choice i suppose.  freaking out is also a choice but it only leads to eating sugar and not sleeping.  i choose faith.