We imagine our dream playing out before us.
I remember the day I thought to myself that my last name would never be different than that of my children.
Heartbreak dissolved that shiny plan.
I remember the day my teaching career merged into that of principal, with a hope of financial security in retirement.
A seemingly urgent call to enter a job wilderness interrupted that shiny hope.
And the list goes on.
Not one shiny I imagined or planned has stood the test of God's bigger plan.
And yet, out of the broken-hearted detour into one wilderness after another, I have emerged with strength, joy and a hope that whatever it is God traffics in, I will remain connected and nourished.
I am the broken one, somehow forged not in shiny, but in sure.
Sure of the One I traffic in.
