Satisfaction

            Here I am…coming at you from the other side of week one of teaching Kindergarten.  I don’t know that I’ve ever been so exhausted.  I also don’t know that I’ve ever experienced that emotion so intermingled with the absolute and utter happiness I am also currently feeling.  Back in April I wrote about how sometimes life just takes off.  In the blink of an eye, or in this case a week, your whole world can change.  The best things happen when you never even expected them...or at least that’s what I’ve always been told.  One whirlwind week later, I can wholeheartedly concur. 

            Between the thrill of being satisfyingly drained after the world’s longest week of workdays and the escalating build up of a long-time hope realized, the only word to describe the way I feel right now is: satisfaction.  Properly defined as the fulfillment of one’s wishes. 

            I’ve been waiting for a long time for God to reveal to me why exactly I have spent the last two years in this city.  I think I may finally be on the brink of understanding.  I think I might finally be reaching the top of the mountain I’ve spent the last two years climbing, and the view from the top is absolutely stunning, and, well, totally and completely satisfying.