The Christmas season is one of my favorite times of the year. This is because I love getting together with family. This past week, between Christmas and New Years, I was at my parents’ house and both of my siblings and their families were here visiting. For me it was a week filled with backwords hugs by my oldest nephew, projects with my niece, plenty of cuddles with the baby, cross country skiing with my parents, sewing with my grandma, and catching up with my siblings. It is a wonderful time of joy, simply for being around people who I love and whom love me.

However for me this is always a time of mixed emotions. You see, I assumed that I would be in my sisters’ position, married with kids by this point in my life. Seeing their families makes me desire that life, chaos and all. I desire a spouse whom I can share life with, both the good and the bad. I love my niece and nephews thoroughly, but they always go back to their house.

I may be living a dream of sorts through my wandering at the moment, but its’ not a dream that I dreamt. The dream that I had, and still have isn’t unusual at all, it’s simply a loving family of my own. This may sound like a huge contradiction. My reason for posting this is to share that sometimes our dreams are not God’s dreams. He has a plan and a path that we can’t predict. I believe with every bit of me that the Good Lord set my current journey into motion. There is no other way to explain how I ended up intentionally homeless, jobless, wandering the country. Maybe someday I’ll get my original dream or maybe I won’t. Either way, what matters most is that I am working toward God’s purpose.

Romans 8:28 “And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.”