I used to think faith meant having a plan. Like, a real plan. The kind with timelines and spreadsheets and backup options for the backup options. I'd pray, make my list, and then wait for God to hand me the whole map before I moved. I'm learning that obedience doesn't always look like a map. Sometimes it looks like one small step. Have you ever stood at a crossroads where you knew staying put wasn't it, but moving felt terrifying because you couldn't see where the road went?