THE TIME: 1:05 aM
THE MUSIC: flustered sounds outside my bedroom window.
THE MOMENT: bed, pajamas, writing by laptop lights.
Tonight I was walking home when a question snuck up behind me…
“Lyndsi Shae, WHAT are you doing?!”
I realized… that I didn’t really know.
That wasn’t enough.
It jumped in front of me, blocked my path, and demanded an answer.
“LYNDSI SHAE, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!”
Answers aren’t coming in like clean-shaven black-and-white suited messengers.
They’re more like big burly cave men that just grunt and point in a general direction.
I know the vague outer-workings of what I should do.
I know where.
I do not know why.
I do not know how.
I do not know with who.
I am tempted to want God to explain the very interior of His will for me.
Tonight, I let the uncertainty shake me to standing still.
“Lyndsi Shae, what are you doing?”
That is enough.
"I just noticed that you talk to strangers like they're your friends."
--Girl in my line last night.