I’ve never been one to be afraid of the ocean. Okay, that’s not entirely true. There was that one time, as a 4-year-old where I lost one of my new water shoes while playing in the low tide, sucked off of me by the slurping waves of the Atlantic. With one foot bare and one foot covered and feeling sorry for myself, my mother assured me a nice fish probably made her home out of my shoe. It was scary to have the ocean take something away from me.
We can make plans and lists and to-dos all we want. We can research and highlight and post-it note to our heart's content. Yet, at the end of the day, God's plan prevails. The Lord is the one who establishes our steps.
January 27th, 2017 This date became forever marked as a time when lightness and enjoyment became harshly juxtaposed next to uncertainty and insecurity. It was the opening scene for the following 12 months of feeling both joy and sorrow. We reached our highly sought after destination, finally. One bus ride to a nearby town. One… Continue reading Plants, Bans, and Faith in the Dark