My friend Brittany emails me that she has something new for my blog page. I can tell that she's excited about it. I wonder if she's made the social media buttons I’ve been admiring. Or maybe she's dropped some new photos on my blog banner. Or maybe she's tweaked the design of the blog template. Although I have some design skills, I’m no match for her savvy talents. I tell her she's the Grace with Silk brand manager.
For months she’s been trying to convince me the blog needs a Facebook page. I tell her I hate to bother people with our updates in their news feeds. She laughs at me. She says she's making one anyway. She says she'll give me time to get used to the idea. So the email she sends me says she is ready to unveil the Grace with Silk Facebook page. As usual, I love it. I think her work is beautiful. I tell her to make the Facebook page live. She's delighted and tells me she's off to update my Twitter page.
I'm not sure she knows how her artful gifts grace my life.
When my niece and nephew were born, I was surprised how much I loved being an aunt. I didn't expect to be so devoted to them. I started dreaming about being an aunt they'd love to spend time with. I wanted them to ride their bikes to my house. I wanted my kitchen to have their favorite cookies. I wanted my house to be their favorite place. But I lived on the other side of town from my sister. In my dream house, a bungalow in the historic district of a quaint neighborhood that I couldn't think about leaving.
I eventually found a townhome in my sister’s neighborhood. But while I lived with my parents for several months waiting for the short sale to be processed, I learned a lot about patience and perseverance. I didn’t always handle this time gracefully but God showed me that this organized and order-loving girl could still survive with my belongings scattered across a storage unit, my parents’ garage and my sister’s spare closets.
Now my couch is where my nephew spends an afternoon reading a book. My kitchen is where my niece and I spend time making cupcakes. She says my house is her favorite place to be. And she says baking with me is her favorite thing to do.
I'm not sure they know what joyful gifts they are in my life.
A year before I started blogging, my director at work assigned me to work on my company’s intranet. I learned how to format and post content. I learned about editing photos, adjusting source code and creating templates. When I opened my blog template, it all looked familiar and I realized all along I had been learning what I needed to start a blog.
I'm not sure my director knew what a valuable gift she gave me to prepare for my next God-sized dream.
I am always amazed to see how God works in my life. I shouldn't be surprised when my circumstances give me exactly what I need to write the next chapter of my story. The difficult times that strengthen my character and the treasured insights I learn along the way are all a part of his plan for my life. I should know it's no coincidence when someone's path crosses mine and they walk beside me for part of my journey. So when I doubt, and when what lies ahead seems murky and unclear, I can remember that he doesn't waste any of my experiences.
I'm not sure where the pathway will lead as I follow my God-sized dreams. But I know that I'll have all I need.
And what's even more surprising is that someday soon I might even find myself tweeting about it.
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