Where It All Began
In two days I will see this gorgeous mountain pass from the window of a train, headed to the city that my family called home for almost fifteen years. On Saturday, I will be with many of the friends who walked with me through the biggest storm of my life so far, sharing about the book that came from it and God’s faithfulness and healing. Talk about a full-circle experience!
Now that I’m back in the community where I grew up, with my youngest son attending my old high school, there are times when I look back on those almost-fifteen years and feel like they are part of someone else’s life—maybe a fictional character that I created. Then I exchange e-mails or text messages or talk over the phone with one of the friends that I’m looking forward to seeing this weekend, and remember that I really did live in that place, and I really did experience all of the hard and wonderful and heartbreaking and precious events that happened there. The pretty teal devotional on my desk really does chronicle God’s faithfulness to me and my sons.
It will feel very strange to board Amtrak with a box of books that includes the sad-but-hopeful story behind why I no longer live in the city I’m visiting. But the next day I will get to share how God used that book, and in ways I didn’t expect. I can’t wait to tell you all about it next week!
What have you experienced that you later looked back on and thought, that feels more like part of someone else’s life, not mine. How has God used that time?What have you experienced that you later looked back on and thought, that feels more like part… Click To Tweet