The rain is coming down today in a fury of splashes. The rain makes me want to crawl back under my covers and sleep until I can't sleep anymore. However, that is not likely to happen so I must find an other way to spend my day.
One thing that I dread doing today is calling my school. Every time I call they tell me something different, and it always seems I end up owing them more money. I've surrendered the situation to my Savior, which is all that I can do. I have to trust that His will, will be done regardless of how it may seem to me at the moment.
I imagine always what I am going to do, but it would be more prudent if I concentrated on what I am doing now. Fear of tomorrows battle might cause me to lose today's. Still I cannot help but wonder what the future holds for me. On a day 5 years from now with the rain pounding down, where will I be? how will I be?
I heard about a boy in church the other day that made me think about my future. He is only 5 years old and he is dying. The doctors say he won't make it to Christmas. I couldn't hold my tears. The thought occurred to me that there are lots of little boys and girls who won't make it to Christmas and none of them has a family to love them, or a church to send them Christmas cards a month early. I have always had a desire to adopt kids some day. But just recently I have started to consider the idea of adopting the children who don't have long to live. Those children should experience the love of a family, even if it's only for a short time. As terrible as losing a child is, there has to be some comfort in the fact that you were able to give that child a family.
My future isn't in my hands. God only knows. I'll wait for His perfect plan. While my heart aches for those babies now, while I burn to run to the mission field I'll wait for His timing. Today I have enough to occupy my time and energy with...