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Psalm 119:1-2
"Blessed are the undefiled in the way, who walk in the law of the Lord.
Blessed are they that keep his testimonies, and that seek him with the whole heart."

9:27 PM on a tuesday night. Half a watermelon has been sitting on the counter (and is still sitting on the counter) where I left it since I got off work at 4 this afternoon. Unfortunately, I ate so much pizza this evening I cannot fit in any watermelon. I'm not sure what to do with it. But that is beside the point.

I'm not sure how to say exactly what is on my heart tonight, but here goes.

My roommate and fellow classmate (in fact, the ONLY classmate I will have in this inaugural-year Master's program) was sharing with me what God has done for her regarding plans for the future. He has given her clear guidance about what people she will be working with after graduation and just really been blessing her lately. I've loved hearing each week about how God is just doing above and beyond in His plan for her. Tonight, again, I listened to her speak.

While I am pursuing the same missions area as my roommate at the same time, God has not done anything near as obviously specific in my life YET. But, as I listened to her, I just kept thinking God has just as specific plans for me. He has plans to provide. He has plans to guide. Just because God has not revealed every detail of His plans to me does not mean they are not perfect and planned.

I walked out to the soccer field (which I think I will call the "deer" field because the deer like to hangout there as much as I do) afterwards for some running and eventually some praying as well. The moon slowly brightened it's spot in the sky as the tree-top horizon mellowed pink, the deer decided this crazy girl was done running around and did some of their own running, and I sat on the wooden bench. And you know, I just told the Lord that I don't expect Him to do in my life exactly what He does in others' lives. If God chooses to increase my faith by making things easier or by making things harder, that's up to Him. But, honestly I just want to see God come through. God enable me. God provide. However He sees fit.

I just really have peace. That's what I want to say. I'm not sure if all the mess of words from my brain makes much sense. But that's what I will leave you with as I take off for bed.

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