2011. Who would have guessed it would have had this much to give. It's not often I stop and really look back at the road that I start rushing down. With all our canned "i'm well, just busy" comments, I think we rob ourselves of the little things. We get so big, I think we get in our way. For me, it's in the stream, balancing precariously on the wet rocks, hip deep in life, that I see God do some of His best work.
I've seen God move. I've been watching Him move in others. God has moved me, even though I'm slow. He has tested me, my family, our mettle. But it's good. It's the little things that make it good. The hugs, the talks, the ridiculous ballroom dancing in campgrounds, the way she smiles after you squeeze her hand, the little hope-drenched prayers that are simple and quiet - these are the things that are worth looking back on.
Sure, there are some skid marks along the way, but not all skid marks mean you were hitting the breaks. Some of the best driving is with the tires squealing, heart pounding, your eyes on the road taking in every moment like it's your last. But, other times, some of the best driving is not having a clue where you're going, with no destination, and no plan. Just being, together, loved, free, broken, and forgiven... that's a pretty good road to travel.
