Not what I want

I feel like I'm supposed to be in Newark. I mean, I live here, my church is here, my work is here, and my college ministry is here. My entire network of living is in a 1 mile radius. I don't get out of Newark much. But...I feel like I'm supposed to be here. Still. After all these years.

I want to move to Lancaster, to be close to my g'rents, and to live with my aunt.

I want to move to Colorado, to be near my bro and sis. It would be cool to live in the mountains.

I want to move to Central or South America, and practice nursing in poverished Hispanic areas...like the ones that broke my heart in Ecuador.

I want to move to Africa...a dream I've had for quite sometime....and teach preventive care and healthy habits, and take care of little kids with AIDs and young women who have nowhere else to turn.

I want to move up north, or out west, or maybe even down south.

But most of all, I want to bring God the most glory possible, and in my heart, I feel like that is staying right here in Newark...for a little while at least. Bringing God glory is more important than what I want.