Okay.

I know I just posted something, like ten minutes ago or something.
but I'm just sitting here in the prayer room, on the floor, leaning against the southern tip of South America on the map. And I was just closing my eyes, thinking about stuff. My mind was like in forty different places, and I was just anxious, and then I realized.
None of this matters. None of it. Nothing that I'm thinking about, wanting so desperately to be on days, to be doing something with my life, to write, to complain, to get married. All these things are okay things, they are good things even.
But really.
I already found where I belong, and that's in His presence, soaking up His delight in me.
everything else will fall into place, I just have to rest in His heart.

so there you go.