Learning Patience

I've never been a very patient person.

And the truth is, I've never really had to be.

After high school, I knew I would go to college. I got into my top school.

After college, I knew I wanted to go to grad school. I was accepted into my preferred program.

After grad school, I knew what I wanted to do. And now I'm doing it.

But next year is different. There is no "I'm here, and then I'm going to go here."

I feel like I'm here, staring the future in the face, and it's a giant blank canvas. I'm here and realizing next year might be totally, completely, undeniably different.

Since I work professionally at a college, I measure time in semesters, so next year for me is next academic year. Next August. College move-in.

Next fall semester we could be anywhere...and frankly, I'm a little scared.

My hubby graduates with his masters in May. He will job search in an effort to get the best job (that I know he deserves). His next steps make sense. They're linear. Straight forward.

Me? I have no idea what is next. And between you and me, I'd really, really like to know.

I truly believe God provides. In times of need and uncertainty. He is there, filling our cups, directing our paths, and often giving us what we didn't know we needed in the first place.

I also believe that God's time is glorious, although for us here on earth, it can be confusing, difficulty to understand.

Why now God? Why not then God? Why can't it happen today? Tomorrow?

I just need to be still. Be patient.

Will you pray for me?

During the next few months, as Kyle and I figure out what's next for us. 

As I learn what my next steps are professionally. 

As I strive to be an encouraging helpmate to my husband. 

Will you pray?