As I sat here in this dimly lit coffee shop, drowning out
the chatter of students slaving over their textbooks with music from my over-sized phone, I began to zone out into a world of introspection. How did I get to this place? Not this coffee shop overrun with hipsters,
but this place in life. (As a side note,
I came here recently and someone was actually typing on a typewriter. This place is the real deal. If you find yourself in a heated game of
hipster bingo, this is your treasure trove.
It’s like a small exclave of Easttown.
Nevertheless, when Tim Horton’s opened up a hop skip and a jump away, The
Bitter End’s position at the top of my favorite GR coffee shops list was
conquered. For now, Redolencia holds the top spot in the state) I often get
lost in thought about God’s plans and how different they've always been from my
own. If you jumped into a time machine
and journeyed back in time, stopping at various points to tell me what I’m doing
in 2012, I would have laughed at you, or if I believed you I would have been
quite grieved. The further you go back
the more concerned I would be. As a
senior in high school I planned to be a veterinarian by now, married with
kids. None of these things are true, but
I’m pretty happy about that. The place
that I’m at now wasn't even the plan a month ago. God blindsided me with a youth pastor
position. Like a T-bone collision of
divine planning just weeks after I decided on a starkly different path. I’ve evolved into a creature that thrives
when the creator leads me to the unexpected.
As I sit here in the unexpected, I look back over the fence into the
expected, like a second timeline of Nate’s life, and it looks pretty dull.