Some days I just don't know what God is up to. Ok, let's make that most days. I was standing in the shower really pouring my heart out to Him this morning. For a brief moment I felt like running. One of those, "Forget it. I'm just going to do this my way. At least then I'll know where I'm headed." It felt a bit like a mid-mid life crisis.

And then it hit me. Literally the fear of God.

I realized I was so utterly mortified to be out of His will. No matter what is going on, my way will stink from this point forward; His way will be perfect peace in the middle of chaos--and I will know the difference in a split second.