wait and see

I am home for the summer, in my country home, near my population-600-hometown. Here, there are no coffeeshops or WalMarts within 30 minutes, infinite cornfields and beanfields and farmers, and certainly no population of college kids. Here, I have no job or other occupying activity, one friend from high school, and very little stimulation. Here, I do have my family of four, our house, and our little farm (complete with gardens, chickens, and goats). And here I stay for the next few months. So far it has been nice to do nothing. But at times this summer looks and feels like a wasteland, and at those times I can't wait to roadtrip across the country to my new home in Fresno, CA. Fresno may be in a desert, but at least they irrigate for crops and have swimming pools. Danforth seems to be streamless. So I am learning to wait on God, as he promises me that he will make streams and gardens (even Eden!) if I will only wait and see.
As I spend time at home, waiting and seeing, I intend to read and write a lot. Read and write--I just finished a semester of the most intense reading and writing I have ever done, culminating in my 80 pages senior paper! I guess it is addictive.
Wait and see. Thoreau says, "Let us spend one day as deliberately as nature." To spend even a day deliberately, being as fully myself as a daisy is itself (which comes so simply to a daisy), is a challenge. Even moreso when the day is a summer, and the activity to be done deliberately is waiting. But this is my desire: that I would deliberately wait for the streams, and wholeheartedly see what God has to show in the wasteland.