New thoughts

I am not normal. Can you tell that? I have grown up over and over being told that I was unique. Starting from the time of my birth on July 4th, the miss independent was in my blood long before the song with the same title ever made the headlines. My quest to remain average ran through my veins, wanting to do one thing but being shown a different way. No one saw this better than my best friend growing up when I would always be the one to attempt to put the pieces of any puzzle or game together just to be told after she read the directions the correct way to play the game. I still play games sometimes with this mentality not knowing or really caring what the correct rules are but having fun and enjoyment with who I am around makes the difference. Over and over again I have caught myself between this rock and hard place that is often called average and the quest for what it represents the “American Dream” lifestyle and the pursuit of something different, something greater, something more me. The reality of this new unveiling slowly began to rear its head in college as I realized that I was suddenly around this new set of people that did not know my past, present or future and that became thrilling to know that I could then begin to set my own course. Starting what I thought was the great degree and the great plans I was soon shown that God all along had something different in mind. Just like many of our mission trips they do not often go as planned but they always show up in ways in which we can see Him better (should we choose to look).

As this process continued followed by the change in major, the change in thoughts, actions and deeds that more represented who I truly was I soon because more aware of who I was called to be and began, (again very slowly), living in that reality. I can now say I am more aware of who I am created to be in Him and the never fully unveiled purposes that he has for my life, yet I have never been so happy to be where I am. The places that I have been and the experiences I have had and the relationships that I have formed have created moments, memories and mayhem that I will never forget. It is in these times that I find joy in the little times the times of chaos, and plan b’s because that is where God often reveals himself the most.

What are your plan b moments? 
Where and when are your times of little joys? 
How are you going away closer?