No Map, Just Faith

‎So... I’m officially clueless. ‎I’m standing here with no map, no plan, ‎and honestly? Not even a hint of where I’m going. ‎I’m looking at my life like it’s a movie ‎and I’ve missed the first half of the script. ‎ ‎I see everyone else "winning," ‎picking their paths and hitting their goals, ‎and I’m just over here trying to figure out ‎if I’m even in the right room. ‎People ask me for the plan, and I just laugh. ‎Like, "The plan? I’m just trying to make it to Friday." ‎ ‎But then I remember... ‎I’m not the one who’s supposed to have it figured out. ‎I’m just the passenger. ‎And even though I’m stressed about the "when" ‎and the "where" and the "how," ‎I have to remind my brain to just... chill. ‎ ‎Because God doesn't do "oops." ‎He’s never been stuck in traffic, ‎He’s never missed a turn, ‎and He’s never sent a "sorry, I’m running late" text. ‎I might be confused, but He’s not. ‎ ‎So I’m just gonna sit here in the messy middle, ‎trusting that even though I’m lost, ‎I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be. ‎I don't need to see the whole road ‎as long as I know Who’s driving. ‎ ‎He’s never been late before... ‎so why would He start now?