Blind

I quit my job yesterday. I don't think I've ever formally given a two weeks notice and actually quit a job. So I'm surprised at myself. And I hate change.

Two weeks ago I was offered another job, and though I originally passed, about a week later I randomly picked up the phone, called, and said I'd take it. Out of nowhere.

All signs except one point to taking the job. But I'm hesitant, still. A new environment, a big change, a different financial situation. All things I don't believe I can handle.

And yet God asks me to step out. He asks me to trust what He asks me to do, even though I don't know what's around the corner, and even though many parts of it don't make sense. It's blind faith. And it's scaring the life out of me.