Today is Wednesday February 17, 2016. Twenty-eight years ago, also a Wednesday, I was born. My mom was instructed to schedule a C-section due to the fact that I was folded in half with my butt down where my head should have been. However, at the last minute I flipped and was in proper position. Since childcare (for my older sister) and other things had already been prepped they went ahead with the surgery as planned, despite my procrastinated cooperation, I was born. I was forced out of my comfort zone maybe before I was ready. Isn't that ironic. Forced out of my comfort zone but due to my own stubbornness. So from the start I was stubborn, I was a procrastinator, I wanted to do things my own way, I was tricky. I was not squeezed through a birth canal, I did not have to push my way to the surface, I was brought out by hands. In a way, it is a beautiful picture of how life has gone for me from the beginning. History...or in this case "Her"story seems to repeat itself time and time again.
I am always screwing up...I am human, its how I roll. Luckily God is not far from me no matter how stubborn I am. He is filled with grace and mercy and has constantly been those hands bringing me to life again, saving me from being stuck where I am, showing me there is more. The evidence of this has never been as clear as it is now. Marriage changes things. My husband and I were married October 2014. It has been the biggest roller coaster ride. Fast, scary, at times thrilling, really steep highs, even steeper lows. I felt a pull to write it down. Maybe it will help give hope to the hopeless or maybe it's just for me to remain hopeful. Either way, Happy Birthday to my Blog!
disclaimer: I realize this is posted on February 19th...just staying true to my procrastinating ways!
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