A life-changing Greek Salad...

One day, several years ago I was working at my part-time job and in walked a really cute "new guy." We started talking... I'm pretty sure I started blushing... work suddenly became a lot more interesting.

A few weeks later, he slid a stack of little yellow post-it notes across the desk and asked for my number in a very suave, "catch you off guard so you won't say no" kind of way. I gave it to him.

A few days after that, He asked me out to lunch. He just asked me. ME.  I called my mom on the way and told her that "I wasn't sure but I thought that I might be on my way to a date."

I remember consciously trying to not flip my hair too much. I remember the shirt I wore-- I still have it somewhere in a drawer-- you know that place where you keep all the clothes which seem to have a bit of magic left in them? It still sits there, reminding me of that day and what it felt like to sit across from him and share a meal for the very first time.

I ordered Water and a Greek Salad and we talked about a dozen random subjects which we seemed to have all in common. Somewhere in the middle of that life-altering salad, I remember stealing a glance at his unbelievably blue eyes and wishing he might ask me out again. 

He did, in fact ask me out again. That was about four years ago-- currently he sits on the other end of our couch watching football and somehow not minding that my feet are very lazily settled in his lap.

It's funny how, in one moment, your life can change forever.

It's funny how, one day you're completely 100% single with no changes on the horizon.. and then.... all of a sudden you're not.

It's funny how, for several years, I was afraid I'd never get to check the "married" box on information forms... and now I cannot imagine my life without Him.

Somewhere in the middle of the whirlwind that was those first 8 months,  I began to realize that there was a very real possibility that I might never go on a "first date" again. As we grew closer, I began to entertain the hope that He was the one God had planned all along. All those days and nights I had wondered how and when God might "act" in this situation of life-- and then without the slightest bit of notice, He did. And it was so very worth the wait.

** Photo by the amazing Casey Chappell


In the little things...

Brief PSA: I apologize in advance for not having even a smidgen of "news" on the job front. Though we have found ourselves in the midst of a few new adventures this month in that department, nothing has come to fruition yet.. and so we continue waiting. 

In periods of uncertainty, I find comfort in resting in the truths that I do know, rather than anxiously weaving through the facts which I do not. I DO know that God is working. I DO know that He is faithful. I DO know that He has called us to this time of waiting and that when it is over, He will bring us out of it. I DO know that we are serving and ministering right where we are right now. I DO know that although I cannot be the wife and mom I desire to be right now, I am being the best help-meet I can-- by working. I DO know that though I cannot see where or when or how, He will act-- and we will be thankful that we waited on HIS leading.

I DO know I am a slow learner sometimes.

For example, although this one particular (seemingly astronomical) prayer request of our family has not yet been provided, He is always providing for us. The big things make a large impact on us... there have been many "big things" over the last year or so that have shown us God's provision in very big ways. But sometimes, it's in the little things that God really touches my heart. And when I say touches my heart, I mean He shows me His love and provision in such a gentle way that I go away feeling some what foolish for having spent those selfish hours worrying about our future.

Last night it was in the pajamas.

I was upset with myself because all of Lucy's warm pj's (she's been sleeping a lot better in warmer pajamas lately) were in the dirty laundry hamper and then while switching out her closet, I pulled a pair which we had bought for her over 10 months ago to wear this season, out of a storage box. It's simple, I know... but that's entirely the point in this case. I'd been all concerned that I had not anticipated her needs and done laundry that evening. I was feeling guilty for not "taking care of her" properly and then I turn around and God took care of her "need" almost a year ago and placed the solution there for when she needed it most. This is an incredibly simple illustration of the fact that I am indeed a slow learner. But better a slow learner than not a learner at all, right?

"I know that you can do all things. And that no purpose of yours can be thwarted." Job 42:2