My plans are set in Jello.
This is my motto.
And this is no different.

For the last year I have been planning to move home.
To Iowa.
The Hawkeye state.
The place I have called home for 21 years.
But I fear that God has a different plan.

As I have job hunted for jobs there
I have come up completely empty.
A friend today asked me this question:
Are you sure you should be moving back home?
My response:
I have no idea anymore.

It all made sense.
It seemed right.
But I have learned the hard way that this is not conclusive.

So now I am broadening my search.
I am planning to come back to the Midwest.
Maybe just not Iowa.
I have applied at one place.
And in the coming days will do more.

If my plans are really set in Jello
Then this is no big deal.
God's got it.
I just wish He'd clue me in.

I hope I can still get a dog.