Day Two

I was a kid once… shocking, but true.  My best friend, Lorna, would spin with me on the lawn.  We’d drop dizzy to the grass, giggling, looking up at clouds that seemed to spin around us.

I would lay there for the longest time, wondering what was out there in all that bigness… wondering what I would do when I grew up, what places I would see.

A lot of years have passed since then and there’s been a family to raise… which by far has been the best part of my life.  We’ve lived in many places and met interesting people.  There’s been blessing, disappointment and a lot of hard work.  And over the years I forgot about the life I imagined while laying on the grass with Lorna.

I suppose all of that is pretty normal.

But I wonder if the restlessness I live with is normal.  Do other people feel this way or am I weird?

So I pray.  I ask God “what’s the plan”?  I didn’t really have a plan for these “mature” years.  Did I mess up?  Have I waited too long?

“you’re not done yet”…. those words thump around in my heart.

Did my grandmother sense those words when she was inspired to begin oil painting late in life… did that same feeling motivate my father-in-law to build a three-story house while in his 70s?  Did that impression compel a friend to enter the mission field after her retirement… when she could have stayed home with the grandkids?

I can’t see clearly what’s ahead.  But I have ideas…  I have role models… and I have faith that God is moving me forward in grace…

…the grace to not take myself so seriously… to try something new… and to look up at the clouds more often.

More on that… tomorrow.

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