I have been waiting for something. Just what, I am unsure of, but I am holding tight to the hope that I'll know it when it comes. I look everywhere, yet know that it would be easier to find if I could recognize this ache - this driving force; this invisible dangling carrot before me. I keep thinking it should be obvious - it should be simpler and I should be able to understand that which is growing inside of me. Something amazing is taking place within me. I can feel it. Perhaps if my head and my heart spoke the same language I could comprehend. I take comfort in the fact that my heart belongs to Papa and therefore I can trust that it is in good hands. (Oh! but to understand!)