Patience; 

If patience makes the heart grow fonder,
why am I wanting to wait no longer?
I've waited for days, months and years,
for you to come and meet me here.
I pray for you more than you'll ever know,
writing you letters that bring me hope.
The day you walk yourself into my life,
will be the day my face turns bright.
Purity is held so sacred to me,
in love with you I can't wait to be.
Writing this poem, I can't help but smile,
wondering and waiting all the while.

Wrote this in about 5 minutes.
Just been thinking about my
future husband a lot lately..... :)

I get it.

This weekend I had to work a fairly large volleball tournament that FS puts on to get some much needed NHS hours. My job was to simply clean the courts, pick up all the trash and straighten the chairs when a game ended. I had the last shift so my job was doubled. I ended up cleaning about nine courts full of bottles, wrappers and things you don't even want to know about. I'm not complaining, this is just getting me to my point of this post.

I picked up hundreds of water bottles on Sunday night. Hundreds. More than half of those bottles were either hardly drinken out of or hadn't even been opened. This a.) pissed me off and b.) broke my heart. The only thing running through my mind were all of the orphans and impoverished people living in third world countries that would do ANYTHING for even a drop of this water that we so freely waste. I made a comment to the guy I was working with about how upset this made me and all he could do was give me a half-hearted smile. He didn't get it. This is when I realized that people don't get it. This concept that was invading my thoughts didn't even cross anyone elses. At this moment God reassured me that I am called. Why? Because I get it when no one else does. I'm thankful that I'm one of the chosen ones who actually get God's heart. This is why I will be His hands and His feet forevermore.