North Dakota January- these words should never align.  

A bitter chill the only brew, and a warm end there is no sign.

when all that kept me from college fell through,

A garden of waiting was sown, in queries of what do I do? 

When seventy hours is a simple work week

the friends that know this first hand with every free hour you seek.

And the family, a thousand miles away, 

might know my love despite distance, is what I pray.

Moving home in May

with the apple blossoms in full array 

meant leaving good friends in the oil field.

A tearful transition, but a necessary yield.

My God faithful watches no matter where I stand.

And I watched as He gently took my hand.

He began to show me the importance of waiting

too often a process I'm tempted towards hating. 

Waiting; "missing out" it taunts.

But, "Sweetly broken,

Holy surrender."

This, with joy, is our only response.

To Chicago, He led me,

A windy but glorious city.

With sweet friends I thank him for 

and a new time of life to adore.

A period of waiting has been this past year
but the blessings ensued allow me to hear
my heavenly father's wishes to quiet my heart
and "Be still child, I know what this new year will start."

"but wait, oh wait,

see how the morning breaks.

It's the simplest of love songs, but it's all our hearts can take.

And though we lose our stake,

Heaven is where we make it

even in the smallest places, can a garden grow"

Adieu to the memorable 2013
this hastened year of much growing.
Hello to an unknown 2014,
Lord, keep me close through the seeds you are sowing.