The other night I saw the Milky Way stretched across the starry sky. I love this time of year there are things in the night sky that you can only see in the fall. I looked up and there it was right where it belonged.

I could help but think of God and how he created this whole universe each piece placed where it is by his design. Random placement would not have created this perfect universe; each piece has a purpose working together in ways far beyond my comprehension.

I am not created to understand God's design for this universe, there is so much out there that I don't understand. I never claimed to have all the answers, in fact, my claim is that I missing most of them. The answers I do have I share freely, never saying that someone has to believe because I do. I present the truth, I do my best to live the truth, the choice to accept the truth is belongs to the person I am talking to.

While at work yesterday my co-worker told me that she likes talking to me about my faith, because I do not treat her like I am better then her. She knows that I am not perfect, but that I do my best to live a sin free life. She knows that the things she has shared are sins, yet she does not feel judged by me. She loves working with me, Saturday is the only day we work together, and every Saturday the conversation always turns the same direction. That direction is what the bible says about how to live and about God's love. We have talked about Heaven and Hell we have talked about Satan's lies and attacks. We have talked about Christ dyeing for her and for me. We have talked about how humans have manipulated the word of God, meaning praying to saints or needing a priest to give us penitence and to absolve us from our sin. We have taken everything back to the source and answered all of the questions via the bible.

God's design for who I am makes me someone she can relate to and ask her questions. I see the design, I see the plan, God is calling this young women. I don't understand how he put all the people in place at my current job, where he is using me in so many ways. I just see the result. I follow the guidance of the Holy Spirit when it urges me to talk freely about my faith, and let God handle the rest.

I see the perfect design of the universe and I see the design he has for others and sometimes the small role he has for me in that, How come I can't see the perfect design for me?

Why is it when it comes to my own life, I know in my heart he has a plan for me, yet I can't see where I am suppose to go or what it is that I am suppose to do?

I can let him use me and be in control when it pertains to other people's lives, but with my own, I still want control. I want to know where I am going and I want a map of the road, so I can plan for every step of the journey.

I know he created this perfect and amazingly beautiful universe, why can't I trust him to do the same for me?