What Would Be Would Be

There was nothing but land: not a country at all, but the material out of which countries are made. I had the feeling that the world was left behind, that we had got over the edge of it, and were outside man's jurisdiction. I had never before looked up at the sky when there was not a familiar mountain ridge against it. But this was the complete dome of heaven, all there was of it. Between the earth and that sky I felt erased, blotted out. I did not say my prayers that night: here, I felt, what would be would be. - from Cather's My Antonia

What would be would be. It's a difficult concept - to accept where we are right now. I'm approaching my fourth year on the high plains of rural America, and perhaps I have only now begun to understand that God has a purpose for me here. I do feel erased, blotted out, as I sit at my window looking out at the great expanse of golden colored grass rolling away from me like the sea. I have not heard a sound in two hours. But this is what I need, for my ego and all its presumptions to be blotted out so that I can come to love and serve God. At this moment I am content. I know I am where God wants me to be and I understand what will be will be.