Life

Life works out in funny ways, and it never works out the way you plan. Two years ago I had my life planned, I was working, and living at home with my mom and dad. I fully intended to try to get along better with my father and get to know him. I was going to get married at twenty-three-ish, maybe go on a mission, start having kids at twenty-five.
Now, I am married--at nineteen--I am trying to get up the courage to write my dad's history, and trying not to regret never getting to know him. And trying to forgive him for dying. I am looking at everyone around me who is either pregnant, or a mom, or both, and I find myself green with envy. I am going to school and working, which is stressful and wonderful all at the same time.
I get to be near friends for part of the year, but not all of it, and I find that I don't like living far away form my mom.
My life is blessed, and the Lord has His ways of pushing you into things that you don't expect. But sometimes I wish I would get less unexpected things and more of the things I am prying for.
However, I learned long ago not to pray for patience, because He doesn't just hand that virtue out, He makes you work for it, and if you pray for it, you work for it even harder.