40 years of wandering has finally come to an end...

Ok, so that title is not exactly true. how could i possibly wander for 40 years when i have not even been alive that long? I feel as though finally finally we are starting to see straight again and there seems to be a little more order in this silly life. a little. there are still lives around me that are falling apart, the ground is still frozen and the landscape still seems more like the middle of winter than the beginning of spring, but for warren and i things seem like they are slowly working themselves out. There is still heartache in many areas of our life but i feel like I am starting to know how to give it to God a little more than i did before. i cannot say that i have arrived. In fact, i may never actually arrive and i think that is possibly why we call life a journey. It is series of hopes, dreams, happinesses, sadnesses, left turns, right turns, then barfing because we are dizzy...I'll just let that thought trail off.

Warren and I have finally both found jobs that we like. We left camp shortly after Christmas. It just wasn't what I thought it would be. I have changed too much. I am not that campy, naive, 20 year old anymore. And i think that is ok too. It is ok to change, as long as that change means growth. It was while we were out at camp, never quite sure about why we went there that we felt like we were wandering in the desert. (Like the Israelites!) All the while, we just wanted to be normal. Have a house, normal jobs, stability, family, friends, etc. Then we moved back and it seemed like once again things were just going nuts. I started occasionally subbing as an EA at teh schools in Morden, but it took Warren and I both 2 full monhts to find fulltime jobs. During this time, I think that our commitment resolve was being tested. Warren often looked at our life at camp, thinking of the good things and said we should never have left. I said that the Israelites felt that same way about going back to Egypt. Nevertheless, here we are, at the end of March. It is Spring Break for me. I have been working at the Miami Colony as an EA at the school. I love it. The kids are great. Warren is at Pembina Valley Dodge as the Service Advisor. We bought a house in town and are in the waiting process now. Waiting for posession day on May 1. 31 more days of living in my parents house. We are starting to get very restless.

Among these things, we are still looking and desiring to find quality friendships where we feel accepted as we are and confident in where we are at in life. We have a small few. How then is it that many of my days are still lonely? Take this Spring Break for example. What should I do all week long? It makes is harder that I am not even in my own house. It is hard to be motivated when you live at someone else's house. It is hard to be motivated when you have been living out of suitcases and boxes for the past 3 months with one month to go. Maybe i am just complaining. I don't know. Well, it's my blog and I can complain if I want to! This is just what i am thinking about today. feeling today. It is too quiet in this house. I supposed i could do what I never do and turn on the TV. What a bum am I.