When I was a teenager, I knew exactly how my life was going to turn out. I would fall in love with a great guy whom I’d end up marrying. I would be a really amazing doctor and make a ton of money doing it. And I’d finally be drop-dead gorgeous.
Turns out, God had better.
If you had asked me this time last year where I’d be right now, I wouldn’t have said at an orphanage with special needs kids in Ecuador. If you had asked me ever when I was going to make my first Thanksgiving dinner, I might have said 2014, but I wouldn’t have guessed it would be for my adopted Peruvian family and my WR sisters.
Basically, nothing I thought would happen 10 years ago turned out to be true.
And I couldn’t be happier about it. Sometimes, the plans we have for ourselves suck, majorly. If any of my prior selves had had their way, I would’ve been in med school right now. Or worse, married with a newborn. And while some of that stuff is still in the works, I’m much more open to it not being in my timing.
If you asked me today what I’ll be doing next year, the only thing I can say is getting ready for Christmas. I don’t know where I’ll be, or who I’ll be celebrating with, and I definitely don’t know what else I’ll be doing.
But I do know that whatever it is that I can dream up, God has better. And that’s something to look forward to.
