WTF God?

I've been struggling the last few days. I made a decision to stay at home and work part time for an attorney and study to re-take the bar. Not take the job that would be fun and exciting and live on my own in the city. I've been asking God what He's doing? I had this vision for my future. Clerkship, counsel for the Legislature, some kind of respected rad job. My future has recently taken on a totally different cast. Working at a desk hidden in an office, living a mediocre life in a small town. So, I've been depressed. Today in church, I was on my knees and I realized (or God told me) that I'm here for a reason. I've always felt that strongly. God puts us all where we are supposed to be, but I feel like in my case it's more obvious. This isn't a mistake. I continually pray that God will use me to glorify and accomplish his will. So, here I am, back in the small town, with friends saying they're glad I'm not leaving again. I guess it's time that I try to figure out why I'm here instead of where I thought I would be. What am I supposed to be doing while I'm here? That is the question.

Chapters

I'm often musing about new beginnings, but really how many new beginnings does one get? So, maybe it's more like chapters...stations in a buffet line.... stations in an assembly line?
When I received my birth certificate in the mail, I freaked out. I’m not sure what I thought it held, but I freaked out. As a result, Andi, the chaplain took it and put it in her desk. This was right before finals…. In the year before this moment, my only girlfriend had broke it off with me, my brother had moved home after his long term girl kicked him out, my parents weren’t speaking and I had taken the LSAT and had one semester left in college. She thought it was bad timing. So, it sat in her desk drawer all through Christmas break and then through Jan term, as she was in south Africa. So, it was early in second semester – first part of February…. I opened the envelope, Andi sitting across from me, annoyed, I’m sure. I immediately wept. Neither of us really understood why. I think, now, that it was the anticipation, the severe disappointment that it was real, I was adopted…. Bitter painful tears.
So, I feel right now how I felt before opening that letter. Amazing how opening a letter can change the tide of your life. Opening that letter led to that picture that I received about a month ago. What a miraculous journey from the Spring of 2006 to the Fall of 2011. 5 years and a lifetime of emotions and all these beautiful souls I didn't know before.
So, here I prepare to open another letter. It’s really not that big of a deal, but it means the completion of 4 years of the hardest shit I’ve endured…. Stress, temptation, anxiety, sorrow, disappointment, etc. All for this letter. And it will say I passed and can get licensed and start a new (?) life. Or it will say that I didn’t pass either part. Most likely, I passed the substantive and didn’t pass the PR. Which means I have some studying to do and life gets to be on held even longer, but not really. Nothing in life is clean cut. It’s all dragged out emotion and jagged edges.
So, now it comes down to waiting for the mail and refreshing my browser. Cheers.