If you would have asked me back in April what word described my life it would've been "restored".
So much so that back in 2010 I got that tattoo-ed on my wrist. But in May when I was at the TRU conference we had a response during worship where we wrote down a word and the first word that jumped into my brain wasn't restored.
It was "redefined".
I wrote a blog on that moment. [you can check it out here: http://teeteringtwentysomething.blogspot.com/2012/05/redefined.html]
And the following week I interviewed for the race. And now as I let go of more and more in my life to cling only on to God, I realize that my life?
Has truly been redefined by Him.
I think back to what I wanted to be when I grew up. I remember in 7th grade writing an amazing paper on going to Harvard, becoming a lawyer and then a judge. And I even printed it out on this awesome tie-dyed paper.
Then I went to college and wasn't sure what I really wanted to be. I knew that I wanted to write, but I didn't know really what I wanted, or if I even could. My life changed a lot in college. Suffered my first real heartbreaking loss, made some amazing new friends, found leadership skills I never knew exsisted.
After college I still didn't know what I wanted to do. I ended up stepping into a season of my life where I was stretched, broken, found hidden talents, a love of kiddos, a desire to serve.
And now as I step into this next season I realize God truly took this small-town blond girl and redefined the life I thought I had.
He's taken me, reshaped me, refined who I am and redefined what I thought I was about.
And now stepping into this World Race. This adventure. I realize that more then ever I completely His.
He has spoken into my life immensely over the last few months as my prep for the world race started. He has constantly reminded me that He has it.
I am SO grateful that my knowledge of His love didn't stop at the girl leading worship in high school. I am so ecstatic that the woman who was terrified to speak in front of the entirety of the music department still was able to learn more about being broken and passionate.
I am so thankful that the woman who sat in the dirt in South Africa realized that she wanted to jump for God.
And I am expectant that the Meghan who steps on a plane in January won't be the same when she hits USA turf in December.
My life is constantly being redefined, shaped and molded.
I cannot wait to see where His story leads me.
