A Story of Humility

It’s amazing how each year is completely different from the last.  When I was younger I use to imagine myself at the age of twenty-two and had a whole story-line written.  I was stuck on the idea that I would be like Belle from Beauty and the Beast.  Of course, my story did not include marrying a Beast or finding my prince.  No, I was convinced I would be a librarian with the same exact lay-out as in the castle.  Then a couple of years later, I became stuck on the idea that I would work in an orphanage some where, mainly in Russia.

Each year I dream and think how maybe my life will turn-out.  I plot and plan my moves, and then toss it out the window once the day starts because life never turns out the way we expect and it is always an adventure.  Each year has held a surprise for me, whether it be wonderful or quite horrible.  But each year I have learned and have grown from every experience I have encountered.  I have learned that in the toughest and most heart-breaking moments I have a choice to either let God work in my life or shut Him out.  If I am to be completely honest, I have done both.  The choice has never been easy, especially when anger motivates a person the most; but I have found when I finally do let God work in my life, those are the moments I have treasured  most.  The choice is always there for us to grow and learn, we can’t blame anyone else if we choose not to.

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This year has been an adventure.  In some ways it turned out better than what I could have written, and in other ways I never would have thought what happened would happen.  I humbly look back and am thankful. I am thankful for the tears, for the laughter, for my family, and for my friends.  I am thankful that God never gives up on this stubborn soul.  And I am thankful for all the learning moments and the story my life continues to write.

Cheers to a lovely new year that is about to begin.

James M. Barrie once said,  “The life of every man is a diary in which he means to write one story, and writes another; and his humblest hour is when he compares the volume as it is with what he vowed to make it.”