We had church on our back porch this morning. It was beautiful. Beautiful because of the weather, beautiful because of the Word, beautiful because of the people and the discussion we had.
There is something about being in the midst of something difficult that makes you appreciate life, people, God, everything in a new light. Not that I didn't appreciate these things before, but now the appreciation is deeper, comes quicker and is more tangible.
My life as I knew it, or at least hoped it, had changed. It's hard. I had a plan. I had a picture in my mind of what my future would look like. I had it figured out, at least in dream form. In a moment all the plans and dreams I had were gone, like a rug being pulled out from underneath me. There I am, lying on the floor and the only place to look is up. So I do, and there's Jesus, with an outstretched hand helping me up and then embracing me. Beautiful. He has dreams and plans for me...always has, always will. Beautiful.
I have no idea what the future holds. I don't have a plan anymore. Is it scary?, a little. Is it beautiful?, definitely.
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