Oh how the times change

I've been thinking a lot lately about how I ended up where I am currently, and where I might have been if key events had not happened in my life. I do not regret any of the guys I dated nor the choices I made. Rather I love where I ended up, and the man that God so perfectly placed in my life to be my husband. But its been hard, looking back on what I wanted 5-6 years ago and seeing that I indeed have changed in scope. I guess you could call it maturity. I'm not as flighty and impulsive as I once was, but I still have a longing for adventure and beauty. Lately, I've been learning how to see these aspects in everyday life. The beauty in deep conversation with friends, the adventure and challenge of loving a person just the way they are....

So here I am a College grad without a job. I am nowhere near where I thought I'd be 10 years ago but instead I am waiting on God (notice I didn't say patiently) to reveal it all piece by piece. It's a slow and painful period that is slowly driving me bonkers but, underneath it all I can't complain. I am blessed. I am a beloved child of God who is deeply surrounded by an amazing community of believers. I am loved so incredibly by my husband, a man who sees things in me no one else sees. How could I complain?

The lyrics below are to one of my new favorite songs. Enjoy. :)


The Love of Christ Is Rich and Free
by Sandra McCracken
The love of Christ is rich and free;
Fixed on His own eternally;
Nor earth, nor hell, can it remove;
Long as He lives, His own He’ll love.
His loving heart engaged to be
Their everlasting Surety;
’Twas love that took their cause in hand,
And love maintains it to the end.
Chorus: Love cannot from its post withdraw;
Nor death, nor hell, nor sin, nor law,
Can turn the Surety’s heart away;
He’ll love His own to endless day.
Love has redeemed His sheep with blood;
And love will bring them safe to God;
Love calls them all from death to life;
And love will finish all their strife.
He loves through every changing scene,
Nor aught from Him can Zion wean;
Not all the wanderings of her heart
Can make His love for her depart.