I love that despite the fact its not where I ever dreamed I would be at 36, who I am becoming is who I am supposed to be.
I love that I have crazy adventures to tell, and that I'm mellowing as I age, I'm nicer and more patient and that I can sometimes physically feel myself becoming stronger.
A tiny example of why I am facinated by lifes journey: Tonight I was walking down the hallway at camp in my winter outdoor running gear (those last five words are themselves are mind boggling). I had a little burst of "What the ...?" Who knew that when I worked for X (company I just found out through cyber security training that I'm not supposed to post its name on any social network - oops) that I would be running with two of the UK engineers, in sub-zero temperatures, in Northern Alberta, seven years later?
Annnd ... just to add to the mix - who knew I'd like it?!
Its a little unconvential, these decisions I've made to land me right here / right now. But theres a little voice (and permanent ink on my foot) that reminds me that just as God promised in Jeremiah 31 that they would adorn themselves with tambourines and go forth in the dance of the merrymakers - that these little moments are reminders to me that not only will "She once again dance", but that I am once again dancing.
xo LMac xo
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I love the picture of the two little birds. So cute!!
Miss you!!!
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