Patch of Grass

God bless snow-storms.  I selfishly state my partaking in the natural “disasters” that bring us reprieve from our workdays.  Don’t mess with me – I will pray for mighty smiting, and I’ve been told by a fortune cookie that “God loves me, especially”.

I decided to relive my one memory of making snowmen @ 3years old.  I lived my first 3 years of my life in Raleigh, North Carolina, and the only vivid memory I had was making a BIIIIIG snowman with my dad.  And on the third day, he melted.  I saw his deceased body, broken for me, on my way to church.  The fact that he melted on Sunday brought me comfort.

As I lined up the entourage of mini-snowmen around our house, I relived the giddiness that I felt that day.  How beautiful, wonderful is a child’s first discovery!  What I remember while rolling up the big balls of snow with my dad (ha, ok - he did most of the work) was that I felt joy.  I imagine this is the feeling a child is expressing through his/her tiny smile accompanied by wide eyes and squeals – and I understand. J I hope to someday experience that moment with one of my own, but for now, I have the privilege of that experience in my church’s toddler ministry.  I am no longer totally naïve – I know those moments come with challenging times as well.  ;)

For now, I am working through acceptance of waiting on God.  My pastor said, “The grass is greener on the other side, but you must water your own grass.”  For those who know me, know that I’ve committed myself to an industry I’ve “disliked” for a good 10 years.  I committed myself to architecture school and career, and I kicked, screamed, whined ALL THE WAY.  I’m now on the path to licensure.  Why?  Because I have a hunch that God gave me this “talent”, and I'm curious where this is gonna lead. I’ve learned to know that I have a talent somewhere in this industry, and now I have interest in construction.  God put some of the most intelligent, wisest mentors in my path, not just in the field, but also expanding my comprehension of balancing the dreams/values of family with this career.  It would be a waste to not take this “talent” for a stroll.  How far I’ve come from wanting to be a housewife, graduating summa cum laude of the M.R.S. department!

I don’t know what my future looks like, but for now I have faith and a patch of grass to tend to.  I know I am not alone in this struggle, and I am thankful for that fact.  I share this story and vulnerability to encourage you to be patient and obedient, have tenacious faith, and pray.  

But you gotta water your grass along the way.