Sometimes I feel like I am in a holding pattern. Which is sort of a misdirection, because I do believe God has me where He wants me. This is the best He has planned for me, and I am content to a certain extent. That is a trick, learning that contentment. Yet, I wonder, what's next? What's going to happen next? I've had a lot of "what's going to happen next" moments this year. Girls growing up, mainly - kind of a big deal. I can't underplay that. It's kind of huge. When I look back at their little baby pictures and their little girl pictures, it seems like a lifetime ago in some ways, and just yesterday in others.
Why are we never completely content? Why do we think about what's going to happen next? The thrill of newness is exciting, the paleness of the stale status quo is less so. I think forward to my 40s, my 50s, my 60s; will I stop caring about newness? Can you have anticipation, still? I am hoping it's anticipation in the eternal, and not just the vapid idea of change that we have sometimes. I have bated breath in hopes of this.
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