God told me a couple days ago not to go home for Spring Break.
Why? I don't know. I really wish He'd tell me.
There were so many things I wanted to do when I went home. My plan was to go to Shreveport first thing and see Stephen, the Mazurs, and meet Stephen's girlfriend Sydney. Then I wanted to go to Gateway Church on Sunday morning, visit my friends who go to Arkansas Tech, grab a cup of Starbuck's with Morgan, have dinner with the Alsops, grab a real Icee (that's right, I said a REAL Icee)... but all my plans were changed by a few simple words.
Don't go home for Spring Break.
Right now, the song "Out of My Hands" by Matthew West is the anthem of my life.
I hate the state of not knowing right now.