Changing Churches

In drama class we were asked to write about a time when you relied on God even when it seemed illogical. This is what I came up with:

This is me, thrown into a situation that I can't bring myself to perceive in any other manner except through the filter of my own immature emotions. God's having me move to a different church. I think the world's going to end. God is speaking the change he wants for me, and I am yelling back, telling Him He's wrong. I won't let myself stop crying to realize that He is sewing together the quilt of my life, but I'm only focusing on the transitional stitches. All I can feel is the push and the pull. I think it's chaos. In truth though, God is assembling a masterpiece and he's stitching my glory to glory together.