Three cheese ravioli with Italian sausage sauce. Mmm. Je mange comme un roi. It’s very good… This evening has been pleasant, if tempered with some difficulty. I suppose that’s to be expected, though. I’m trying to find a new book to read in an effort to stay off the computer those nights when I don’t have much to do. I think I will read Cold Mountain. My mom gave it to me as a gift and it’s followed me expectantly many places, but has never been read. Yes, I will do that.
I’m learning two things: Patience, and what it means to have my Hope in Him. God is leading me in new places… All the more reason I wish I had someone down here to bounce things off of and interact with.
*sigh*
That comes back to the patience part, though. I’m in His will; I know this (much as it conflicts with my own, I do have something you could call a peace)… If you’re praying for me, pray that I would take initiative when and where I should, and that I would see more of the possibilities that surround an issue before I make a decision.
Something inside me tells me I’m going to be somewhere else in the world in a year or so. I wonder if this is my own wanderlust flaring up or whether it goes deeper than that. I would like many things. I would like to go to Moody, or return back to North Carolina and take missionary pilot courses at Piedmont Bible College in Moxville. I need to look into correspondance courses and things like that in order to build up my credentials. But at the same time I need to focus on the here and now, hearing His voice, taking things one step at a time. “I do what I see my Father doing,” Someone said once. I will join Him in His movements in the present.
One thing I was thinking about as I was bolting components back on the car (which went well; I got the entire intake plenum hooked back up), as far as a career, I’ve always wanted to do something that little kids say they want to do when they grow up. They always say, “I want to be an artist/pilot/policeman/inventor/astronaut/ballerina/circus ringleader,” never “cashier/accounts receivable supervisor/real estate agent/member of middle management.” It’s just a silly thing, and God will lead me wherever he wants, but it occurred to me then. Do kids ever say, “I want to design boats?” Hmm.
To the gym with me.