...waiting...

i think that life has a funny way of making us wait for the things we want most. No, let me rephrase that: God has a funny was of making us wait for the things we want most.

like tonight: i'd much rather be snuggling next to my husband while watching a movie... but, he's outside with my dad and brother working... or playing... whatever you choose to describe it as. i like the word "playing."

then there are always those things that are bigger and more important. it's like maybe it'll happen tomorrow. or maybe in a week. or maybe longer. but, when it all works out... in God's timing... it's perfect. I love that God takes care of the little and big things. I love that God knows what tomorrow holds... or what next year holds. it makes me feel secure. thank You, Lord.

So... today i ran around with my mother, trying not to get my hopes up about a job that I have wanted for two years. It consisted of taking my favorite 5 year old to school, going to get my dad shoes, going to the bank... and then my dad's office. then back to the bank and to lunch with my daddy. then, i wrote thank you cards... and i still have a bazillion left. my wrist is tired of writing on paper with pen... so i stopped.

I've been thinking lately. I want to be the wife and mother that makes life beautiful. I don't want to JUST be a wife and JUST be a mother someday. I want to embrace my role as a wife and, one day, I want to embrace motherhood. I want my kids to get dirty and have imaginations. I want to take random day trips that cost little to nothing. I want to picnic by rivers and swim with them. I want to take dozens of pictures and play hopscotch and hide and seek. I want to make brownies and cakes and cookies and yummy food. I want to have barefooted children... and be a ministry to everyone around me.

My dear friend in the Dominican Republic has two barefooted girls that run around the villages with all the Dominican children. She and Nate experience real life. Mali and Brinkley experience real life. I'm going to, too!

Right now, i am a wife. Living in my parents house... in my teenage room with light blue walls and my sister's pink quilt. interesting start. haha... but, i'm waiting on God's leading. He has the best plan. I'm so glad I didn't plan my own life... i think it would look like a paper with a bunch of scribbles on it. or, maybe it would look like one of those mazes that have all the lines around and you have to figure out which line actually ends at a certain point. Instead, my life has straight lines, curvy lines, and perfect lines