Restless. Just like my stuff, which is stacked in a large heap in the center of our living room. This is not my stopping place, here at home, and there is nowhere to put me. And yet I will probably be out here in MO through all of June at least. I am waiting to hear if I have a job back in VA. Still waiting. But I am closer to knowing what comes next. I can feel it. Still, the last little bit of waiting is always the hardest.

Over Christmas I prayed a few things for this, my last semester, which I have just completed. I prayed that God would teach me patience and wisdom. And I asked that He would break my heart. Why would I ask these things? I knew that I needed them. I require patience and wisdom so much, and I understood that my heart had to learn to obey God's reins. Also, I didn't really know what I was asking. I didn't know how much it would hurt.

For summer, I'm asking for something different. I'm asking for happiness. That is the answer I got this time when I asked the Holy Spirit inside of me to show me how to pray. It seems like the right request. But what do I know? I don't know anything. So I am also praying, "Not my will, but Thine, be done."

At the end of every tunnel, there is a light. Some tunnels are longer and darker than others, but that only makes the light brighter and more beautiful when it arrives.  ¶ 10:15 AM