What to say...

Well, I guess it's time to update, eh? Since I last posted, I've turned 33, celebrated our 6th anniversary and worked my tail off at Wolf Camera. In between all of those momentous activities I've been at home, feebly trying to figure out which cluttered room to tackle first. Nate and I are both messy pack rats. The mess is really starting to get to me, though, so I'm trying to come up with a fabulous plan to get back on track and keep ahead of the clutter instead of drowning in it. Maybe it's time to give FlyLady another try...

I've been struggling a lot lately with discontentment. This birthday hit me hard. I never thought that I would be childless and working at a camera store at 33! This isn't the way it's supposed to be, right? It's taken a lot to get my focus back on the fact that God has a perfect plan and that I'm in it. He knows my desires better than I do. He made me and planted those desires in me to begin with. Who am I to then turn around and say, "but wait, this isn't how it's supposed to be! This isn't what I had in mind for my life! What's going on?" I've really been convicted lately that my attitude is not what it should be. To complain to God like that is to question His control and plan for me. It's like a slap in His face. Oh, how I've hurt Him. I heard recently on a radio program that parents need to be willing to be unpopular and unloved in order to keep boundaries for their teens in the interest of their safety physically and spiritually. Hopefully they'll thank them down the road for those parameters they buck so hard against now. I'm taking a step of faith now and thanking God now for the fact that my life doesn't make sense. It doesn't need to. As long as I'm in the center of His will, and I know I am, I can be content regardless.

God is good. He loves me. And I can rest in that.