There was a former work colleague who lived a life of faith.
Invitations extended to daily mass, philosophical debates about the eucharist and eternal life, all while sipping coffee at Clementine’s.
“So I should thank him for you and I meeting?” Matt spoke last night.
Instantly reminded of the role others played in leading us to this life lived here.
The connections that covered me in love and brought me a husband and three more beautiful girls.
In a world that teaches us to wear independence as a badge of honor we ignore the truth- it is only by walking with others that we are able to understand who we are called to be.
I’ve been their tour guide for the first piece of the journey.
My job to try to point out the potholes as they toddled.
They are now beginning the walk away.
I’m not going anywhere, at least I have no plans to, but the road ahead feels much more pilgrimage then it does all-inclusive guided tour.
Their own trails to blaze, their own words to write.
Adventures to be had with and without me.
The desire for this year is that they know themselves in a way I didn’t.
And that they and their new companions on this journey are led by the gentle promptings of God.
Happy 2018. Happy trails.
People often inquire now how the “blending” is going?
It’s simultaneously beautiful and hard I confess.
Grace doled out on a daily basis from husband to wife, girl to girl, stepparent to stepchild.
Like my races, some miles punctured with highs and others with lows, I find the hours of my days stretching out in the same manner.
The secret sauce I am finding is in the surrender.
If I recognize that so much of this transition cannot be controlled, if I lead with love, our new family thrives.
Nothing worth having comes easy my papa would tell me. How right he was.