Photos from a recent field trip
I used to wonder if I would ever fall in love.
Youthful novels filled my head full of the magical stuff, and it seemed miraculous that the glory of love could ever find its way to me.
Yet somehow it did. With it came all the ingredients of a good novel: a summer romance, an ocean separating the hero and heroine, a British accent.
I know now, of course, that marriage can be hard--so hard. But mostly it's wonderful. Like a good novel, 15 years later we're still together. Even more in love.
I used to wonder if I would ever become a parent.
The idea of raising children both drew and terrified me, and for the longest time I waited. Still getting to know each other after our long-distance romance, it took over five years of marriage before our hearts began to imagine lives with little people in them.
Little did I know then that God had three children in three years planned for us, one from our bodies, two from distant corners of the globe. All perfectly timed and divinely guided.
Of course I know now that parenting can be hard--dear Jesus, so hard. Their struggles and my struggles stare me daily in the face.
But we're together. A family. Unique, beautiful. It's wonderful.
I used to wonder if I would ever have a calling.
A deep thinker with an empathetic heart, from a young age I wanted to touch, change, impact the world.
If someone could have given me a vision back then--could have tried to describe blogging to me, I would have laughed. When I chose to stay home with my children, it was with no thought--or even hope--of another career waiting in the wings.
Yet here I am typing away in the early morning, these words traveling into virtual space, reaching tens of thousands of you. Incredible.
Blogging isn't always ideal though. Putting yourself out there vulnerably, dealing with a rude comment or discouraging book review, finding time to write. It can be hard.
But mostly, it's wonderful.
Sometimes I look ahead into the distance, squinting my eyes as I guess what might be there.
The future sky is covered with hazy clouds, preventing me from seeing very far. But I can just make out the faint outline of an indigo sky, brilliant in color--bright and good.
Then I turn around, reminding myself of how far I've come.
God's plan for my life--so much better than anything I ever dreamed up.
I see the hard parts of the journey, how they've made me stronger. How they didn't come to last, but only to fulfill a purpose. A good one.
What's left to do then but look up? Who cares about the future when the God who knows my name has lovingly planned out my every day, my every breath?
He has a pretty good track record. My destiny safe in his hand. Yours, too.
Overwhelmed with awe and wonder-full, I kneel down and give thanks.
"Remember God's bounty in the year. String the pearls of His favor.
Hide the dark parts, except so far as they are breaking out in light!
Give this one day to thanks, to joy, to gratitude!"
~ Henry Ward Beecher