When I was younger, I suppose in my pre-teen and teen years, I always thought 30 would be the perfect age. I imagined myself, settled and married to a very handsome, very tall, very rich doctor, or lawyer or architect. I thought about how, by then, I would have matured into a very secure, confident and wise woman ready and willing to impart my knowledge and counsel on impressionable young minds. I pictured my adorable children, David and Charlotte, running around, yet playing very politely and contently with each other, as I cooked a fabulous meal that they all would love. I would map out plans for our rather large but comfortable home complete with a spacious porch overlooking the ocean.
Fast-forward and here we are: one month from my 30th birthday. And while I have two adorable children and a wonderful husband, that is about where the similarities end. We are anything but settled and the thought of imparting wisdom makes me run in fear of what I might say. But the funny thing is that I take a look around me, the opportunities that I have had, married to...a musician [gasp!], the blessings I have experience through my children, one of which has designer genes, and our funny little transient life and it seems like anything but a tragedy that I am not living the life I always dreamed of. Never would I have dreamed of living abroad. Never would I have dreamed of meeting the people I have through being a parent of a special needs child and never would I have dreamed of having the freedom to explore, experience and capture every moment of this One Beautiful Life that I am living.
|Picnicking on New Years Day|
Because sometimes, even the life we dream of is not nearly as wonderful as the life God has planned for us. It's just that our finite minds cannot even fathom the amazing plans that He has in store if we only keep our eyes on Him. I wish you all a wonderful weekend.