And in the end, the words won't matter

"Grow where you're planted." That is such a cliche christian phrase. To me it means be content wherever God has put you. Yea yea I've heard it a million times and for about 13 seconds per year, I actually think about it and put it into practice. The preacher man touched on that a little bit Sunday and when he finished talking about that little phrase, I thought to myself, "Crap. I really have to do that!" Ya see, in my current situation, if I don't do that now I'm going to be miserable for a really long time and I don't really want that for myself. Most of you know that I passionately HATE having a routine. Going to the same job and having the same afternoon plans and even hanging with the same group of friends ALL the time drives me absolutely nuts. So last week all of that got to me because I had all of those things in a routine and I had pretty much decided to buy a big dog and move to Europe and live in my tent. Every day at work I thought to myself, "grad school is on the horizon. I just need to make it through the summer and I'll be on to something better." And then when I actually got my brain back, I realized that grad school probably won't make me any happier. It will probably just stress me out even more and I'll be ready to move on to my next adventure after writing my first paper. With all of my friends getting married and stuff I think that'll be really cool and that next step in life will be really exciting and I can't wait for that adventure! Well, that won't make me truly happy either. For several months now, I've felt like I'm stuck in this place where I don't know what to do with myself. I feel like everything is just kind of "in between." Well, enough of that. There is no "in betweens" in life. I don't think. The Lord wants me to be content in life, period. I'm not saying that everything in life is meaningless. Just stating the idea that if I'm not content in where I'm at right now, I won't be when the next thing comes around either.

But lets be honest, all that content stuff sucks. Because like every good thing in life, contentment is hard to come by and I can promise you I won't wake up tomorrow singing showtunes on my way to work. But not knowing His plans, yet trusting that they ARE good gets me on the right track to somewhere better. If I go through any part of my short little life waiting on the next big thing, I'll be thouroughly dissapointed over and over and over. No thanks.