It is 11:52 p.m. and the temperature is holding at an ridiculously cold
12 degrees in the northwest corner of Ohio tonight. Literally, as I type, my fingers are frozen... and I've been inside my house all night. I think I have lost my ability to to keep the cold from sinking into my bones. I used to be pretty good at handling winter weather. So either my body has not had time to adjust to this frigid burst, or I am just messed up. No need to really give me your opinion of the two either... I'm pretty sure you'd all just say I was messed up. I prefer to think otherwise :-P
This week brings a boatload of work and finals along with the weather. But busy is better than idle, or so they say. I can be pretty satisfied with idle at times. Like today. I read, I went to the dentist [not fun], came home, read some more, went to a meeting, came home, read some more. It was pretty great. But I knew if I didn't finish my book now, this week would not go well because I would steal time from studying and end up curled in my comforter reading trying to get to the end.
My meeting was for the new church, and more specifically in a way, the new youth building and group of kids that will be there. We were all out at the new property looking at the buildings, visualizing what would and wouldn't work, and envisioning a generation of youth that will want to go after God. Meet him. Know him.
I'm starting to get really excited. So much so that other things begin to dim in comparison. Like school. I can't say that I've ever been one of those people that has had a passion for a career, a job, a specific plan I see myself living. So many of my friends and family are so...
driven. They have clear goals and the determination to accomplish them. Granted it's not always without struggle and sacrifice, but they make it happen. I just still feel so out of place among people like that. That quote from the previous post is from the movie Mona Lisa. And I admit that I feel like a wanderer. But I do not consider myself aimless. I am just not aimed on a career, or a job, or a high paying dream... but a life. I just want to live a life worthy of the calling I have received. If that includes having a husband, raising a family, writing books, being a photographer, an editor, owning a bookstore, being a missionary, living in Africa, teaching english, or being a stay at home mom... any of those options is plausible and would leave me as content and happy as can be.
:: If it's a life worthy of the calling. :: I don't have grand future plans in order. And I may not have any 5 year goals to execute, or even an idea of where I see myself in 10 years, but I know that I am still safely secured in the palm of His hand. And for me, that is enough. So don't tell me I am foolish for not having plans, or say I am aimless in my wandering, or look at me with disappointment for not fulfilling all of your dreams for me, just know that very good things are to come, and life will not be dull. Not for a moment.
