It is official. This is it. Straight out of the horses mouth.
I have had a paradigm shift.
I caught myself treating God like a vending machine.
For those who don’t know, I am planning on moving out next year with Kyla. I spent the day with her today and pretty much 90% of our conversation was about moving out and finding a house. The first thing I said was “Dear God, help us find a place. Amen.”
And can I get fries with that.
If God wants me and Kyla to move out together, he’ll make sure that happens.
I may as well have “I am a Gen Y” tatooed across my forehead.