Great expectations.

So, continuing from one of my previous posts (because I know I have so many), I'm learning how to love, and it's really not being quite how I imagined it. God has this way putting me in the middle of a bunch of very unlovable, just plain obnoxious people, then telling me, "Okay, Angie. Love them." And it's not like loving these people is a big complicated thing; half of the time it's just trying to treat them civilly and not blow their head off.

It's not what I expected, but then again, what did I expect? Love to be easy. Heh. I love the way that God teaches me things. It's all so unexpected.

Speaking of expectations, and God....No, actually, this is on a completely different note.

It's just that...He's breaking me again. This is a good thing, really. I'm frustrated with where I'm at, to be completely honest, and I don't see how anything is going to change, at least short-term. I'm sick and tired of just floating from place to place, not really knowing for sure where or how I'm supposed to belong. I'm involved, I'm present, and I'm committed to a certain degree. But I don't know what the hell I'm supposed to be doing in these specific places. But, that's not the point. The point is surrender. The point is being emptied of what I want to do, what I want to get out of this. The point, my friend, is being still, and knowing that He is God. And frankly, I haven't been wanting to do that lately.

Shhhh...