Waiting.

I do not hate my job.

I HAVE AN INTENSE LOATHING FOR MY JOB THAT PERMEATES EVERY SINGLE FIBER OF MY BEING.

The only problem is...it isn't bad enough for me to just quit. So it's like the worst possible situation.

But, I can't just leave. I have to eat, pay rent, put gas in my car, etc. So I'm waiting. Waiting for something to change. Waiting and praying.

Why does God always seem strangely silent in times like this? Well...He's either silent, or telling me things I don't want to hear, like: "Wait some more."

I want to move. He want's me to wait.

Who's going to win?

Have you ever been in this situation? What do you do?

I think I know what to do...am I willing to do it is the question?
Am I willing to fight for joy in the midst of *waiting*?