I swear that Halle was just born yesterday, Or maybe last week. So how is it that my little baby girl is finishing up first grade?
And Dylan? He's just seemingly a few minutes older than Halle, so how (indeed) is he rounding out his Freshman year in high school?
It completely befuddles me that just 16 years and two months ago, I was 100% focused on me. Just me. Only me. How I felt. Where I was. Where I wanted to be. Who I wanted to be. What I wanted to do.
And then BAM! It all changed in the blink of an eye. Dylan replaced me as the center of my own selfish universe. And then a few years later, John entered into the vortex. And then Halle.
As such, I have somehow found myself in the midst of selfless(ish) chaos versus my previously 100% selfish existence. And it's all good. Even the bad. Even the hard. It has to be, right?
For every moment that I walk/skip/struggle through? Is exactly where I am supposed to be.
Especially the harder moments and/or seasons. Those are the spots that God seemingly requires me to grow and stretch and flex and change. In the words of MercyMe's song, "Bring the Rain" . . .
Bring me joy, bring me peace
Bring the chance to be free
Bring me anything that brings You glory
And I know there'll be days
When this life brings me pain
But if that's what it takes to praise You
Jesus, bring the rain