Being satisfied
I find myself wishing a lot lately. Wishing I were thinner, wishing my foot didn't hurt, wishing it wouldn't rain so much, wishing the laundry was finished--and would stay that way. I wish that summer was here already, wishing the kids were better at doing their schoolwork. The thing I most wish is that were moving. Not necessarily packing and driving to a new place, but that we knew the direction God has planned for us--that we were actually going places, heading in a new direction. God isn't finished with us here yet and I think that is what irritates me. I think in my own feeble mind that I have learned all I can here and it's time to move on. I long to be settled. I long to be able to plant an apple tree and see it grow from a young sapling to a productive tree. I long to plan and design a home that will be comfortable with my things in their places. I'm ready, but God says wait. God has said that for a while now and I get so impatient just wait...