Today I took Brooklyn to the dentist. My mom came over to watch the other kids and, since she had parked me in, I drove her car. As Brooklyn climbed out of the car she said "Mom, I love how these seat belts go back so quickly. They are so nice!" As I smiled, both inside and out, I couldn't help but think of how much this 5 year old girl inspires me. Brooklyn appreciates things that most of us don't even notice. The curtains in a hotel, tile in a lobby, sparkles on the floor of Forever21, chandeliers in a jewelry store. Sometimes I focus on the challenges of her sensitivity. The crying, the whining, the hurt feelings. Today, I was reminded of the good her sensitivity brings. Brooklyn is grateful. I hope that she stays that way. I hope that she always appreciates the beauty around her. I hope I become a little more like her.
I'm not someone to choose a word for my year or set out with any big aspirations for change. Likely because I am a fair amount of lazy and avoid disappointment at all costs. God knows that about me, so He tends to take care of the planning and usually by December I have realized what it is I was suppose to learn. If not, he always lets me repeat the lesson. He's real generous like that. So, after spending 2017 stepping into youth ministry and feeling BRAVE I headed into 2018 like David after Goliath. I mean, God was for sure using me for some giant situations! He had given me a passion that excited and inspired me in a way I had never before experienced. People around me noticed. I was ready to take on the world. Then, slowly but surely, the path I envisioned started to fade. The ways I intended to use my passion fell away and I was left with a dream that had no real path. Now don't get me wrong, He was still using me. I could see that even in the midst of the c
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