I find it hard keeping up with this, can you tell? It's weird how easily a person can slip into routine. Where I hated my job just two or so weeks ago, I'm in love with it now. Isn't that bizarre? How quickly things change!
From getting into mock-battles with Green Army Men and guests, to dancing to High School Musical with a friend at a combo cart, I've been coming home every day anticipating the next time I go back. The people I thought loved their job from the get-go are beginning to hate it just as I am falling in love. Sometimes I hope the days go a little slower, because after registration last week, I realize that come fall, I'll be back in school, taking classes... and all the people I've met, the faces I've seen, the magical moments I've made, they'll be far away. ...and I'm only a month and a half in.
I've played peek-a-boo with adorable boys and girls, I've made a crying girl smile, a miserable man grateful on the worst birthday ever. As lame as it sounds, magic happens every day and I love it.
Living on my own is also clearing up some things between God and I. Not that there are any problems! But I'm growing more comfortable in my prayers, knowing that He'll give me what He thinks will be best towards my growth. Every day is a path lit up, ready for me to embark upon for that day's journey. He's also showing me how selfish we can be. Whenever things get tough, we pray and pray and pray, but when something good happens, we, like overeager children, think we are capable of walking on our own. Not so! Get to focused on one thing and we lose sight of who gave it to us in the first place. God comes first, always. After all:
In the beginning, God--
This blog has become more and more about my faith than I had originally intended, but that is not a problem. It just shows me all the more how much of a growing experience this is.
I'll start recounting what all has gone down within the next few days. Right now I'm exhausted. I'm turning in.
From getting into mock-battles with Green Army Men and guests, to dancing to High School Musical with a friend at a combo cart, I've been coming home every day anticipating the next time I go back. The people I thought loved their job from the get-go are beginning to hate it just as I am falling in love. Sometimes I hope the days go a little slower, because after registration last week, I realize that come fall, I'll be back in school, taking classes... and all the people I've met, the faces I've seen, the magical moments I've made, they'll be far away. ...and I'm only a month and a half in.
I've played peek-a-boo with adorable boys and girls, I've made a crying girl smile, a miserable man grateful on the worst birthday ever. As lame as it sounds, magic happens every day and I love it.
Living on my own is also clearing up some things between God and I. Not that there are any problems! But I'm growing more comfortable in my prayers, knowing that He'll give me what He thinks will be best towards my growth. Every day is a path lit up, ready for me to embark upon for that day's journey. He's also showing me how selfish we can be. Whenever things get tough, we pray and pray and pray, but when something good happens, we, like overeager children, think we are capable of walking on our own. Not so! Get to focused on one thing and we lose sight of who gave it to us in the first place. God comes first, always. After all:
In the beginning, God--
This blog has become more and more about my faith than I had originally intended, but that is not a problem. It just shows me all the more how much of a growing experience this is.
I'll start recounting what all has gone down within the next few days. Right now I'm exhausted. I'm turning in.
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