Just when I start to think that writing this blog is just me thinking out loud, keeping a record of day to day nonsense, someone mentions that they follow it, and that they get something out of it. I began this blog as a means of reaching out to women, like myself who are changing phases of life, stretching themselves, trying to learn new things, trying to figure out how they are meant to use their lives. We all have struggles, more than you might imagine. Rarely are lives perfect, even if they appear that way from the outside. We will have stops and starts. We will fail. We will have moments of joyful success. Some days our children will make us proud, some days they will scare us to death, and some nights they will keep us up with worry. We will struggle with making the right choices for them, and for ourselves. If we are not careful the choices, the worry, and even sometimes pride, will stand in the way of our experiencing the joy we are meant to enjoy with each day. Sometimes we just need to let go, and let God do his job. Lean in to him, acknowledge that you can't do it on your own, let him take that heavy burden you lug around all day. Have a day full of joy friend!
I am helping to prepare a baby shower for a young woman at our church. She is young, just 22. Thinking about her, and what the future may hold for her and her little family, got me to thinking about life at 22. Much has changed for me since I was 22. That was really a difficult time. I didn't realize at the time that it was difficult. I had graduated from college, was having a post college, pre-real life, super good time. I was bar tending, partying, picking up and traveling to far away places to party some more. I didn't really have much in the way of financial responsibility yet, and my parents were living in Egypt-- leaving me in charge of the house and my younger sister. It was an "out all night, sleep all day", kind of life. To be honest, I was setting a pretty poor example for my sister, who at the time was working full-time at a nursing home, and was far more responsible than I was. Looking back at that time, and even later, till about age 25, it make...
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