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Seasons: Right Now

As it has only been since last night that I wrote my first post in my new series, "Seasons", I don't necessarily have a whole lot more to say about my planning for the posts so I think I'm gonna dive right in.
Something I like doing is sitting in coffee shops while I blog (VERRY original, I know).  I'm in one right now and have a Pumpkin Pie Chai on one side of the table and a Coconut Chocolate Chip Scone on the other (now you can be jealous of my overpriced and extremely unhealthy consumptions so far today).  This brings me to the first season I'm gonna talk about . . . .
RIGHT NOW.

Right now I'm 19 years old.  I'm about 3 1/2 months away from moving to Kansas City for at least six months to do an internship at the International House of Prayer.  I'm not a mom, not a wife and for sure don't have everything even close to figured out.  I would go so far as to say that I barely have anything figured out.  Now you're probably trying to figure out why you're even reading my blog anymore but you are.
And I'm glad about that.
I live in Indiana in the second largest city in the state but it doesn't have that feel to it even though this city is chalked full of pretty cool places to go, things to see and people to know.  I bet every city has some degree of those things but as I've spent some years here, I find myself familiar enough with it to be adventuresome and unfamiliar enough with this city to know there are still things to discover here.
I'm single and that's alright with me.  I'm not planning to remain that way forever but in this season, it fits and I am content.  I live with my family; my mother, father, sister, two dogs and some assorted goldfish.  What can I say, we're an all-american family (but not really). 
I work two jobs.  One of them is a receptionist job at an office my dad worked at years ago (that's a blessing story in itself).  My other job is at Penn Station where I worked about six months ago untill I got my receptionist job.  Then I decided I might as well pick some hours back up from there since I left on good terms, so I did.  You know, just livin the dream (ha!). I want to have a family someday and when I do, I would like to be with my kids full time so if that means working hard these days I'm up for that.
A lot of times, the 'Right Now' season is hard to view as a season in itself.  It usually seems more like a layover or that moment of time between 11:59 PM and 12:00 AM.  It's much harder to define the season going on right now than to define the seasons behind or before you but there is so much importance in right now.  The right now season is shaped in some way or another by the past seasons and will go on to shape those in the future.  It's easy for me to get caught up in the things I've already done (good or bad) or the things I intend and plan to do.  But the fact that the Lord is looking at my heart at this very moment in time makes me want to strive for the 'right now' season to be pleasing in His sight. Just as I desire for the future seasons to be pleasing in His sight.  I want each season to be a success in God's eyes.  Even right now.
Even though most people don't think of being 19, out of college and living with your family with exceeding admiration and/or envy,
1. My life isn't going to stay like this for ever
and
2. It doesn't really matter because the Lord is taking care of me. 

So that's "right now" for me.  More to come soon . . . I hope.

A song that has blessed my heart in this season is "Your Love is Strong" by Jon Foreman.  I think no matter the season, it's just a good one. 

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