Foggy Passion

This week I started my Senior Year. It is very bittersweet for me...on one hand, I can't wait to be done with school. But on the other hand, I don't want it to end. Gone will be my days of youth group and Sunday School with Connie. No longer will I be allowed to fall into the easy routine of going outside and having pretend light saber fights with my siblings simply because we're bored.
The past couple of months have been a huge spiritual growth time for me, but it has also brought doubts about my future. I have known for several years that I want to write, but when I sit down and try to put something on paper, I seem unable to bring much forth that isn't a forced piece of prose.
I have absolutely no clue what I will do with my life, to be honest. My passion is writing, and I am told that I have a God-given gift. If only I could harness that into reality rather than a fantasy about my dream life. Nothing else truly interests me. Apparently one of my strong points is in the clerical field. I would rather do almost anything else.
I realize that in the end, God is going to show me what He wants me to do with my life. I know I have about two years before I actually go to Grace University and do something! But I have always hated fog in my life. I think that's what it is. I have a feeling that God is trying to get me to accept the fog for what it is. Okay God...just keep the Lighthouse within sight.