Reality Does Not Bite

I haven't written in over a month. It's not that I don't have anything to say. In fact, I have a lot to say, but not a lot of words to articulate it all. I'll just give a brief update about what's going on with me. I spent two weeks in Connecticut last month so I could get some wedding planning done and have my first of four bridal showers. The shower was so much fun, but there are two observations to be made: one, it's weird being the center of attention like that; and two, bridal showers are kind of like Christmas in that you get all excited about the day coming, and then it's over in what seems like 5 minutes and there's that slight let down that it's all over.

So on my back down to Georgia, I was looking out the airplane window and watching us slowly descend towards the ground. I'm not a fan of flying, but I love landing. As we got closer and closer to the ground, I thought to myself, "When did I get so afraid of life?" It's as if somewhere in the last 5 years, a switch was flipped and I started fearing life. I fear that the plane isn't safe. I fear that when I drive in the rain, my car will crash. I fear the unfamiliar. So as I sat in that seat in that airplane, I said to the Lord, "I trust you. I trust that this plane is in your hands and that I have some things I need to do for you still." 

That was a Saturday. Two days later, I started my new job. I got a job at a preschool as the director's assistant. I pretty much do a little bit if everything. Since the two weeks that I have been there, I have substituted in the music class, helped out the two year olds, written a newsletter, began to organize all the paperwork they'll need to be re-certified this year as an accredited preschool, and made a little girl smile on the playground when no one would play with her. I may fear the unknown, but the truth is- not to toot my own whistle- that I have a lot to offer and I am able.

40 days till David and I get married....

In His Mercy.