Let's Get Rich, You And I, You And I.

Tonight I remembered what it's like, that feeling of contentedness and freedom. The ability to share parts of yourself and your story and feel ultimately accepted. This is such a strange world, the way people work their way in and out of your life. I am so glad that I have been able to share my life with the people I have, and the people who have touched my life and affected my story I wouldn't trade for the world. No matter how many tears they've caused, the amount of laughter and joy they've created for me is overwhelming. I am feeling, for the first time in a while, that I am going to fit back into place. Things have been slightly disjointed for quite some time, as I'm sure they will become again and again and again, but as of right now I feel like I'm a puzzle piece falling back into place. Like I knew where I would fit and now I've finally allowed myself to settle. And not only have I allowed it, the pieces surrounding me have accepted and encouraged me to do so.

My best friend left the country on the 1st for three months, and at first I was heartbroken. I felt like a big part of me would be missing for that time, and although that is true the more important part of these next three months is the fact that she is getting to do something she has only ever dreamed about. Traveling, helping, loving, sharing, laughing, photographing, documenting, experiencing, living. She is finally able to fulfill dreams she has had for quite some time now, but has only been able to talk about. I am so excited for her, but at the same time I am in such a sad state myself. I was feeling pretty weird about the whole thing, I literally thought about contacting her at least five different times today, but after tonight I've realized that this is all part of His plan. Who am I to suggest that I would know better than God? Who am I to interrupt His plan for her journey and try to intersect it with my own? We all try to do what God is asking us to, and right now I can tell she is doing that exact thing. And now God is telling me to be content, to be happy, to fall back into place. And so I will, and so He will send people to help me do that. I continually forget the joy of being a part of His story until I remember that I am, daily, hourly, every second I live and breathe.

My God is so good, how could I ever question Him?