Waiting wondering

Here I am first week done at school, and all i can think about in my free time is the ever looming question of why. WHY AM I BACK HERE. I really don't see the purpose of being at school when I hate it here always have always will. education for the field I want to go into is useless since Journalism is a dyeing industry. All the time while sitting in class I hear oh eventually the internet will replace paper newspapers. Which is what I want to do so useless when I go to class and get my dream job shot down daily. That's why I am here and even that is a waste of time and money. I really have no idea why I am still here. I know i have previously written about Gods plan for my life and how there must be a reason why i am here. Still I wonder when that plan will be revealed and if I should stay here. I understand to some degree how the old testament prophets must have felt, trusting God for greatness to be revealed but waiting amid persecution for what would happen. Patience is a lesson I am continuing to learn. 

Wilderness wanderings

In the bible there is a time where the people spent about 40 years wandering around the wilderness because of their inability to trust God and his plan. I am beginning to think that maybe that wasn't a terrible thing to wander the wilderness it gave the Israelite s a new found appreciation for the provisions that God had provided them with and allowed them to learn from their trust mistakes of the past to grow closer literally in their walk with the Lord. I found myself doing my own version of a wilderness walk today when I took my dog to the park. it was a brisk afternoon and I just needed some fresh perspective on life situations. as I strolled around the lake and reflected about the upcoming semester I realized that my life is going nowhere. I thought I had an idea a game plan but ulitematly I have no idea what I'm doing in life. I ascended the steps up the hill and perched myself upon the bench overlooking the lake and thought this is beautiful. The sun rays were shimmering across the half frozen pond and peace was surrounding the area. Quiet time to reflect and think about how hectic I make my life be. Really the simple times are the times that i value the most when I am home and just truly genuinely relaxing. Doesn't get any better than that. Most of my life I am always being shuffled here and there being told to do this or that and really why what is the rush there are 24 hours in a day. Twenty-four. that's plenty of time to accomplish what needs to be done and then still have time to relax and hear Gods voice talk to me. Quiet times is when He speaks the loudest, when you allow Him the time work will get done. So relax and rest in the Lord.