The high point of my Friday night was sitting outside in the grass watching the storm clouds roll in. Now, don't misunderstand: I was nearly entirely content in this activity. I find I breathe so much easier when I'm outside, away from the house, away from the noise of life.
Yet still, as I picked up a dandelion and watched the little petals (for lack of a better word) float away on the wind, I caught myself singing Belle's very own words...
"I want adventure in the great wide somewhere...I want it more than I can tell. And for once, it might be grand to have someone understand...I want so much more than they've got planned."
I must say, it was a very Disney-esque moment.
But really. I've got to be *the* most boring 19 year old girl on the face of the earth.
The 19 year old receptionist who savors the weekends, and finds her "quiet time" in them.
Ha, what a laugh.
"Every morning just the same since the morning that we came to this poor provincial town..."
My days are starting to blend together. Every day the same thing over and over. And I find myself thinking, "this cannot be all there is!"
But for now, I'm doing what I can, and doing my best to wait on God. See what comes along next. Because I know I'm where He wants me to be now. I'm just not sure what He's doing.
But I get the feeling He's not going to bring along some beast of a man who's really a prince in disguise who'll whisk me away to his castle where we'll live happily ever after.
Wouldn't that be grand?
Maybe it'll be that cute landscaper instead....
Oh my word, I'm so bad.