I came to Georgia with very few expectations. I made the trek across three and a half states because I knew it was what I needed in the next season of my life despite not knowing what it looked like or why it had to be Georgia.
I mean. I really like Texas.
But I came, following the eastward path of open doors laid out before me, not having any idea what He had in store.
It didn’t take long for Him to give me a little hint.