I'm in a place where I haven't been for (nearly) 30 years...alone with my husband. It's time to reconnect, I'd say. I'm pretty sure neither one of us knows how to do this. I mean. THIRTY YEARS! More than half of my life has been spent with babies/toddlers/pre-schoolers/primary-graders/junior highers (awkward!)/high-schoolers/collegiates/young adults. Whew! What a ride! I AM SO BLESSED! I wouldn't have traded one second of it. In fact, as I look back, I see that everything...yes, EVERYTHING...has been used by God to shape me into the mother/wife/woman I've become. Wow! HOW DOES HE DO THAT?!?
What I feel I want to do now is give "advice." Give "encouragement." ("Clap" so-to-speak.) I'm too old to dance (not really, but I never was very good at it. Stupid German background... er, love you Mom and Dad!), but I'm not too old to clap along with the music. To stand on the stage of life and hoot and hollar and help the youngsters of these days to keep their eyes on Jesus, the Author, AND PERFECTOR (His words, not mine) of our faith. With God's help.
Oh, and if anyone is wondering, the hair is going natural. (well, mostly.) It's time to be REAL during this "movin' on time."
