spring break, a sigh.

Wow I can't believe it is past mid-March.  Soon it will be April which includes so many things: Marth's birthday, speaking at a purity retreat, turning in my student teaching portfolio, interviews? (fingers crossed on that one), Bluemont family fun night (you bet), and who knows.  Then there is May: graduation, graduation (again), moving, my little Sarah is getting married (and will change her name to Komosa).  It's all so overwhelming, in a good way though.  It has been an incredible week and I am continually realizing that God provides and cares for his children,  even in things like getting an apartment (which we finally have). 

This is an uncertain time in our life.  We are moving to a place where neither of us have "for-sure" jobs.  I know a handful of people.  (Some of which are becoming some of my closest friends.  It amazes me that I got this far without a Mrs. Krystin Gilpin in my life).  At least now we have a home there. Hello, Wichita...I have a feeling we will be good friends.  Someone please pick me for a job.  I just want to love kids and teach them, please please please.  Who knew how long those applications take? Well, the good news is that they are finished! I feel like celebrating that fact, which is somewhat ridiculous.  It scares me to think that something I am so passionate about, something I went to school for, studied, labored over might not be something I can do, at least not right away.

contentment.

I just want to be used by God.  I want to serve him in everything.  I want to love his people.  Speaking of love God, love people. Someone take me to California.  Every time I see those pictures of my little brothers, I just tear up because I want to spend time with my family there desperately.  I would not be the same without them.  They are an irreplaceable part of my story, my life.  By the way, I also need to go to Florida and see my wonderful friends there.  There will be a little girl soon and I just want to love her, hug her, and buy her girly things.  

This is possibly the most random blog post I have written (besides the xanga I had in high school), but that is what happens at 8 a.m. 

peace and blessings,
Mrs. Wilde