"What's to become of me?"
Sometimes on nights like tonight, I recall a scene from my favorite movie. Audrey Hepburn is crouched over a chair, dressed in a beautiful gown, screaming at Rex Harrison, "... but what is to become of me?". It is amazing how, though a person can have their entire life planned out, their dreams and desires merely a goal in front of their face... life never quite works out the same way as it does on paper.
If one was to ask me about my lifelong dreams and aspirations, I'd be quick to respond in typical Amanda fashion, "Graduate in 2 years, Masters and PhD at Duke, teach at a University". Yet, much like a scene from a cartoon, I always feel as if there is this huge anchor or piano floating over my head, just waiting for the right moment to fall and hammer me into the ground.
I can't help but wonder, five or ten years down the road... what will my life be like? Will I have really achieved my goals? Will I be married with 50 children or traveling the world as a single woman? Being a woman who believes that Jesus is the ultimate life planner, I find it difficult to sit patiently, awaiting the day when I have the answers.
Until then, it shall be me, dressed in a fancy gown, stretched over a chair, crying out to anyone who will listen, "What is to become of me?"
If one was to ask me about my lifelong dreams and aspirations, I'd be quick to respond in typical Amanda fashion, "Graduate in 2 years, Masters and PhD at Duke, teach at a University". Yet, much like a scene from a cartoon, I always feel as if there is this huge anchor or piano floating over my head, just waiting for the right moment to fall and hammer me into the ground.
I can't help but wonder, five or ten years down the road... what will my life be like? Will I have really achieved my goals? Will I be married with 50 children or traveling the world as a single woman? Being a woman who believes that Jesus is the ultimate life planner, I find it difficult to sit patiently, awaiting the day when I have the answers.
Until then, it shall be me, dressed in a fancy gown, stretched over a chair, crying out to anyone who will listen, "What is to become of me?"