Waiting

I like quiet rainy days.  The kind when you know there's things do to, but everything inside of you is resting, and your heart and soul are at peace with that.  The kind when you sit in a chair, cozy by the window, hands softly wrapped around a warm cup of tea.  This is the kind of rain that makes me feel like a child, safe inside, waiting for the sun to come out.  It's a carefree waiting.  This is the kind of rain that is sure to be followed by sunshine and soft green grass, and fresh clean air, and delicate flower petals.  

At some point, anyway.

The past few weeks have been such an exhausting exercise in patience!  Waiting to find out what I'm doing this summer - when I'm going home, if I'm going on a mission trip, what kind of job I should be looking for, when I can book flights, when I can tell people what I'm up to...it's like doing the stretches before a run.  I know that I'll hurt afterwards if I dont.  But sometimes, I just want to jump in.  I just want to run the race. I just want to be excited, rushed, and happy about what I'm doing. 

Since my last blog post, I've probably checked my email more times than is really required in six months.  (Yes, I know, it's only been 6 days...) Today I found out that if I didn't have a seafood allergy, I'd definitely be going to South East Asia for my mission trip.  BUT, since I have one, I might not get to go at all.  And so I'm waiting, and praying, still/again.

Despite the waiting, I have actually had a pretty good weekend. Friday night, Campus for Christ was held at this really wonderful prayer house about 2 km away.  My friend and I both had an idea of how to get there, but we weren't entirely sure.  I wrote down directions, but skipped the first few steps because I knew where they were.  Unfortunately, I didn't write down where my directions began. And so for this reason, we had some problems.  We ended up going on instinct, turning the opposite way I'd written to go numerous times, taking streets because they name looked familiar, or the shape of the road looked right.  We got there on time, without taking a single wrong turn.  

Now, if you know how fabulous I am at getting lost...you'll be amazed.  

We had such a great time worshipping and just talking about the things that have happened both at uOttawa and Carleton this year.  Some pretty astounding work has been done!

Saturday I had a quiet day to myself, got some work and laundry done.  Probably not too much else.  

I love Sundays.  I love going to church.  I love worshiping.  I love the people there.   After the service, the young adults were staying at the church to make some pizza and play board games.  I'd forgotten how much I LOVE homemade pizza.  Lane and I left before the games, as we both had lots of work to do.  And I actually did get some work done, not as much as I wanted to, but probably more than I had expected to.  Some of Neil's friends were over for dinner as well, and the conversation around the table was very...deep.  I wonder if in 4 years I'll actually think and talk about things that seriously?  At this point in my life though, the conversation made me feel really young, and kind of inadequate.

Monday was another day of waiting - but it was a good day.  THe last nice day before what's supposed to be a week of icky weather.  I went to my morning class, went for a walk along the canal and had a really good talk with one of my friends, went to my evening class, had tuna casserole for dinner, skyped with Timothy, made apple crisp for dessert, did some work...and went to sleep.

That brings me today, which I'm not quite ready to talk about...I'll update soon though.