This past month was one of many anniversaries.
First of all, it was Howie’s birthday. I can’t believe my little nugget is one year old (and 55 pounds)! He’s still just as much trouble as ever, but also a daily gift of snuggles and kisses, which is more than I could’ve asked for when I adopted him last July.
Second, it was the anniversary of my first blog post. This blog has served me well this past year, acting as an outlet while simultaneously giving me the opportunity to write when my job has not. Although the frequency of my posts has gone in spurts, this blog has only reaffirmed my love for writing and my desire to do so on a much greater scale in the future. I am hugely grateful for that.
And third, it was the anniversary of my graduation from college and my entrance into the work world. This is the scariest of all of the anniversaries. It’s already been a year since I took my last exam in Iowa City, said goodbye to my friends, and drove down to Florida to begin what was an unexpectedly short-lived stint in Palm Beach County.
But like everything else, the past year’s events have done nothing if not reaffirmed my belief that God is directing my path. And in hindsight, I can see that in every moment of weakness – when I felt lost, confused, or frustrated – He knew exactly where I was going and was guiding me all along.
As a single 22-year-old woman, living alone and working daily to maneuver my newborn career, life can sometimes feel like a waiting room. Surely, there are moments that I lay awake at night, wondering when the next important milestone will come and I’ll stop feeling like an island.
But in days like today, when I’m able to look back and reflect on everything that’s happened since last June, I remember that there is a purpose for this time. There is a reason that I am here, now, in this place, doing what I’m doing. And when I’m able to remember that, my faith is restored, knowing that there is a life ahead which far surpasses anything I could ever fathom.
And as proof that I’ll never anticipate the good that God has in store, imagine my surprise and really, pure joy, to learn that my sister, Emily, is moving to Des Moines!
Emily accepted an offer in the NICU at Blank’s Children’s Hospital and is moving in with Howie and me this July. I feel so blessed that she’ll soon be here with me and to have the chance to witness firsthand her first year out of college as I begin my second.
And in addition, if home is where the heart is, I’m joyful at the thought that 1/4 of my heart will now be here with me in Des Moines, and I’ll be that much closer to really feeling at home.