Lately it seems that every time I turn around I’m somewhere I don’t fit in. I keep listening to the voice inside my head that I’ve come to know and love as God’s, and it keeps leading me to the strangest places. I’m studying things deeply that I never thought I’d have any interest in—and still am not sure how I’ll use. I’m sitting with people whom I’m quite sure are not “my people.” And yet—somehow—they are. And I’m being somehow led to tend and care for those on the fringes in ways that no one will ever know about, knowing only that I might just be the only person willing or able or available to do so.
A dear friend of my calls this Special Ops. I think she might be onto something. Let us be mindful when we’re called to do and be things—and enter into new places—that are not at all comfortable, and not at all clear, that they might be part of some Divine Navy Seal mission that we’ll never fully understand. Or need to. Somehow, I think I can live with that. In fact, I’m starting to think it’s the only way to live.
Heather Choate Davis 
Hey, Heather, was a certain writing conference one of those places?
Fun to find your blog via Goodreads. I’ll plug it into my Feedly to keep in touch.