Extreme Hope.

I have this extremely strong hope forming. A faith that the most incredible thing is going to happen. I feel like the pieces are slowly falling together. Even though I may not know what exactly is going to come my way, I have a happiness because of it. I wish I knew, I did, but at the same time I'm glad I don't. I like surprises, it makes the prize more enjoyable.

The other day I wrote the words,

"I have grown in love with the concept of the unexpected."

I realized I really do like the unexpected things. I used to know what I want, expect what I want, but I had no idea. Slowly God was teaching me that sometimes it's better when it happens a different way. So in each small thing He started teaching me to wait and be patient--to not give up. I expect something to happen one way only for it to go completely different. But that's the beauty in it all.

I have hope. A hope that I pray is never taken away. It has left me extremely excited for the harvest.