This is one of those things that I feel like I need to talk about, but I never really want to bring up because, well, it would likely be awkward and might also give people the wrong idea. Not looking for a pity party here. More looking to explain something that other people might question about my life. Not that I care (or should care) too much about what others think, but, let's be real... I do.
I'm also posting this as a bit of a self-help/therapy because this is something that Jake and I work every day to not only accept but also to embrace as "the wisdom of Him who knoweth all things."
Here is what I thought my family would look like as I approached my 27th birthday...
Ya, so they're Asian and the photo was taken in the 90s but you get the idea :)
Here is what my family actually looks like:
Here is what I thought my full-time job would look like:
(That is supposed to represent me playing with my child). Here is what it actually looks like:
Not too different, huh?!? Just a matter of who the kids belong to, and in the end, they're all Heavenly Father's, and I love them dearly.
I have written in my journal before that looking back in life, I am often awed by the beautifully orchestrated plan of Heavenly Father. At the time, line by line, instrument by instrument, the piece may not "make sense." However, when it all comes together, it sounds and feels more beautiful than anyone, especially myself, could have imagined.
In the meantime, our work is to
"find joy in the journey."
