Last year I was incredibly blessed by so many experiences. I graduated college, had one of the best summers of my life at camp with amazing friends, and then followed God all the way to the other side of the country where I had adventures and made more friends and fell in love with a class of kindergarteners (who I still think about everyday). When I was in the middle of it, going from one thing to the next, I didn't realize at all the impact it would all have.
Now I'm just another 23 year old working forty hours a week and trying to figure out what to do with her life. Nothing is totally clear anymore. I don't know where I'm going. I know that God will lead me wherever that is, but lately instead of figuring out how to make dreams happen, I'm just praying that God will give me a new dream. A new road to travel, and a new purpose. This season of waiting has been one of the most challenging periods of my life so far. Because I know now what it's like to work as hard as you can and know that your work has a deeper purpose. I know what it's like to build relationships over time and see the growth that God brings. I know what it feels like to be stretched outside of my comfort zone. And while that is uncomfortable, I know how good it feels to reach the end of a season and look back to see how much you learned. And I know that God hasn't pushed me aside or forgotten. He's still got a plan that I just can't see right now.
I trust that God is in control. I believe with all my heart that He lets nothing happen without a purpose. And it's as important to figure out what you don't want to do as what you do want to do. So I will rest in that. I'll keep getting up and going to work. And I'll be ready when He's ready to lead me into the next season.
