I was reading old blog posts (which is probably my favorite thing about blogging), and I couldn’t stop falling in love over and over again with my life. I started to get butterflies thinking about the uniqueness of my journey. Recalling past experiences and challenges made me feel blessed to know a God who puts such thought into the details of my story.
This is not to say my life is perfect right now. Grad school gets on my damn nerves. I gained back some of that weight I lost. I miss several old friends. I’m currently experiencing a vocational identity crisis. I can’t seem to shake this pressure I feel to make all the right choices, especially when it comes to love. I don’t blog as much as I used to. And I keep refusing to put my laundry away.
But He’s always made it okay. He’s taken job loss and heartache and broken friendships and a deceptive Iraqi and loneliness and combined them with social work and a cozy apartment and Wanda the Honda and beautiful friends and traveling adventures and a chef…
…and He created this beautiful, amazing life.
I love Him for that. I love life too. After twenty-six years, I kinda feel like I will survive when the shit hits the fan. Because at some point in the near future, the shit WILL hit the fan. But my good Lord will be right beside me, carrying me, if need be. Combining shit with greatness and continuing to reveal Himself and create.
And helping me to fall in love with life, over and over again. Because He is good. Goodness is just how He rolls.