And now you’re probably chuckling.
And I probably deserve it.
Oh yes. I had planned that I would have this baby, love and mother him, work from home, strive to be a good Christian and a good wife, and we’d all live happily ever after. When you’re on bedrest, you can get a little delusional, I know.
Instead, God has taken me on a wild journey this year. I never dreamed that I would be the mother of a child who would need major surgery in his first year of life. I had no clue how hard it would be to work with a baby at home, or how long it would take to establish anything resembling a sane routine. I’m nowhere near as competent as some of the ladies in the various homemaking blogs out there, but I’m thankful they exist to inform and encourage me.
And then there’s the other piece of my life that definitely didn’t go according to plan. I’ve always loved to read, but I had no plan to be the one writing. It was that dream I never quite had to courage to take on. And somehow even though it didn’t have a place in that carefully planned life I thought I’d have, it had a place now. I’m enjoying reviewing, thinking, writing, living. I guess the best way to express it is to say I thought I had a plan for what my life would be, but God’s plan is different, and I’m learning to let go of my own plan and follow. And so we grow.