Yesterday my family and I went to meeting. My little punkin sat (mostly) quietly playing with her sticker book. We visited with our meeting–eating yummy tostadas. Then we came home to a restful afternoon where Ale played alongside of us until bedtime. The house was full with sounds of her singing and chatting. It is hard to believe that is my life…
It is hard to believe.
It is hard to believe that it has been three years since my life turned upside down. Three years ago I was in a state of bewilderment. I didn’t know what the future planned, but my heart was already drawn to Mexico.
It is hard to believe that once I felt like my heart was cracked in two. And now it is swollen with love for my little family.
It is hard to believe that once I thought my school days were over. And now I am doing what I love–promoting literacy!
It is hard to believe that I felt so at odds with where my “place” should be. And now our family makes up 1/4 of our little desert meeting.
It is hard to believe that I once packed up my possessions into my little truck and left the place I called home. And they are still packed–in “storage” with my parents as I have found that “home” really is where the heart is.
I remember when I left Northern Virginia for Tennessee, I said, “Goodbye” with trust that if things were meant to work out, they would. I remember praying for guidance, direction, and strength. I remember feeling so broken, but so strong through prayer.
How grateful I should be! God has led me on a journey beyond my wildest dreams. He has taught me the importance of faith and trust again and again. He has built something from nothing with my life–and with humbleness I know that something is because of him.