I was standing outside chatting with our neighbor when she asked me a pretty benign question – “Did you have a good summer?” I, with my big mouth, not willing to fake it, responded, “No! … Actually…” <insert awkward laughter and me blabbering about not going to the beach ever because it was cold>…
I don’t know what kind of season of life you are in, but I’m coming out of a pretty hard one. (Or maybe we’re not through it yet – I don’t know! What a fun thought…) So, that was the truth – it was a crummy summer. Really bad things happened. Things that I never ever would have chosen for our family.
But that is not the whole picture. Two things go through my mind when I think about this summer –
One – we had some really fun moments this summer. But I can’t remember most of them because I’ve been fixated on all that went wrong. All summer I lamented what an awful time we had, so no one was more surprised than me when, the night before school started and we were all sitting around the dinner table, I blurted out
“So, what was your favorite thing we did this summer?!”
It was almost an out-of-body experience. What the heck am I talking about?! We didn’t do anything fun at all! And that’s exactly what Morgan said. I weakly feigned disapproval at her comment as Steve rattled off the fun things we did – Cherry Festival, fireworks in our backyard, checking out the animals and food trucks at the fair… He gently corrected her poor attitude (and, unknowingly, he corrected mine.)
(Thankful for a healed pinky…) –
Two – if I could see the whole story – if I could stand at the end of it all and look back, knowing the fullness of my story, our story – would I choose differently than what God has allowed and ordained for us? I doubt it.
I’m still wrapping my head around that one.
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