On Dreams

I just read a post from an aquaintance who is studying at the English L'Abri, and my heart was filled with longing. Was it longing for England, or for studying at L'Abri, or for being able to sound intellectual, or for deliciously deep conversations? I don't know. All I know is that right now, I am where God wants me to be, and to pursue my fancies--chasing all over the world in search of that thing which will make me happy--would be the most frightful disobedience (and probably wouldn't even be as much fun as I imagined).

What dreams are just fancies, and what are God-planted visions? How am I to distinguish what I want from what He wants? I will wait on Him until He takes me elsewhere, but I don't want to be so ensconced in my own comfort that I ignore His leading voice and those dreams that He has given me. I can only plead wisdom to live in the moment, to be faithful in this time and place, and to see His hand directing me.

I love living in De Pere. I walk a half-mile to my job at a local cafe (which, may I say, if you're ever in De Pere, that is the place to stop. Delicious food.) and then when I finish work walk across the street to the library where my mom works, and pass the office building where my brother works, and then take my blessed time walking home along the river. It's almost like a fairy-tale; how, pray tell, could life get any better.

Sorry, no deep thoughts today. Just immense thankfulness at God's continued faithfulness. I have five (count them--five) odd jobs (mostly babysitting, but all pretty regular), and still have time to write many hours a day. Just another of God's continual affirmations that I am where He wants me to be.


--and I get to bring home delicious pastries from the cafe every day!--