There is so much to write; I have so much to record.  My heart is dancing…

For some weeks now, I have been sorting through the past whenever I have had a moment.  Letters, notes, cards from years ago.  From my childhood.  I have kept so much!

In (mostly) organized shoe boxes, I find letters that old friends have written to me, cards, old journals, photos…  all of it.  It is all there.  A story, piece by piece…  I have taken the time to read through some of those journals whenever I have a minute or two (with two little ones, that is not the easiest task!).  So the process has been beautifully slow; I never like to rush things anyway.

I am amazed at how this story has been unfolding.  There is such pain on some days; there is deep joy on other days.  Tears, frustration, confusion, clarity, peace, joy…  and through it all, the Hand of my Father holds me still.  I can see that ever so clearly.

My heart dances when I discover this truth again and again:  He has always been here.

I find one tattered piece of paper.  On it, I have written, I will become a teacher one day or a singer.  I am in elementary school when I write this.

This was the desire of my heart.

How did this happen?!

You fulfill the desires of my heart!

I am in the present now, watching my little ones, watching their stories unfold along with mine.  Their stories added onto mine now.  My husband’s story entwined with mine…

We are in the present now.

And my heart is still dancing…

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