What if, instead of being jealous of all the babies, wedding, engagements, relationships, etc. surrounding me, I saw them as signs of hope?
I've believed the lie that I need to wait for the perfect situation to follow Jesus.
I was reminded how my doubts, fears, insecurities, and misunderstandings of grace block my spirit from trusting in the abundance of good that God promises His children.
...meeting my spouse will indeed be a miracle as I've jokingly said for years. Anyone ever getting together is a legitimate miracle!
"But I like to think that as long as my heart is beating, that my lungs are breathing, that my body’s working that I have some sort of purpose in the world…even when I don’t know what it is.”
In what life does great, wonderful, serendipitous stuff happen in one weekend? Apparently in mine.