Frankly, I have no idea what it will be like in 2015. To understand a decade, I must understand what life has been like since 1995. In 1995, I was in 4th grade. (This was the last time the Red Sox won the AL East, by the way). It was a big year for me. I became a Christian early in the year. I also was named "Miller" by the end of the year; I was in my basketball prime.
But in 10 year...I will probably not get a new religion or a new identity. In fact, I hope those things never change. I can't be certain what I'll be doing by then.
Potentially, this is what God has in store for my life. I'll have my first legit job, meaning that I'll work full-time as a worker not a student and also have enough money to buy non-expired meats for my family.
Whoa...family? Yeah. A wife. At least one kid by then. Kenan and Kelly (after Kelly Kapowski)? Can't wait.
I envision having to work off some college debt, but hopefully I can get out to the mission field pretty early. Missions is what I've wanted to do since 10th grade and maybe 15 years later, I can do it full-time. Medical Missions is the only reason I care about medicine anyway. Location-wise, I've always thought Africa, Latin America, and Asia, BUT by then I would not be surprised if the United States became a place so concerned with tolerance (and political correctness) that Christians may face extreme persecution even in a supposedly Christian-based country). So the US may be in need of some missionaries.
I can't help but notice how much I've written about an occupation and a location, but in reality, this is a contradiction of how I want to see my future.
I hope to be mobile enough so that I can easily run where God wants me to go without having to carry a ball and chain on my leg. So I hope to not get very attached to money, property, or occupation since these will only hinder me from what's important. Whether rich or poor, mansion or shack, medical missionary or trash-picker missionary; I hope to just be able to take joy in God for whatever He puts on my plate.
