It's easy for me to get caught up in the details of how things possibly could work out that I forget the steps to get to that point.
I'll start worrying about the logistics of a job (i.e. where I'll live, moving expenses, visiting family, is it the right decision?) before I even apply. So by the time I think, "should I apply for this job?" I've already fretted, stewed and worried about every possible thing you could fret, stew and worry about in a new job and I end up not applying.
Or, for a second, I say to myself: you haven't even APPLIED for this job, much less been interviewed, much less been offered it, MUCH LESS ACCEPTED THE JOB.
And then I yell at myself.
And rest well.
Rest well in His plan.
Remember? He's writing the story.
So why is the pen still in my hand?