playing the waiting game

i think i've figured out a lot about myself in these last few months. i've grown up, i've figured out who i am as a person. and it hasn't been easy, not at all. it's probably been one of the most painful and hard things i've ever done. so much has happened in just 5 or 6 months. so many paths i have taken that i never even thought were a choice. so many prayers prayed. answered or unanswered. so many wishes tossed up into the sky, so many tears cried and laughs laughed. but i know i'm not done. i still have so much to learn, so many places to go, so many things to see. and it's scary to look back on my life, and see what has been, what i never thought would be. but it's exciting to. to think about what will come that i never thought would happen. and now, i guess i wait and see. i wait to see what i'll become. it's not a passive waiting. trust me, i have to search and fight for this. but it's still a waiting game. something i hate, waiting. i can feel myself being stretched, being taught to sit back and wait. being taught that my way, isn't always the right or best way. being taught that just because something was really good, doesn't mean that it's the end product for me, there just might be something different and better coming up. so now i go on with life. i go to school, i go to church, i go to bible study and i go on this mission trip. but while i go, i wait. and i wait to see what God is giving me next. and i can't wait.

random fact
i have manged to not majorly hurt myself since i was 15 and tore up the ligaments and tendons in my wrist. and that one wasn't even my fault. but people still call me a klutz...
emilie