This week I turned 39. Whenever I write a birthday card to someone I say a prayer for something specific I wish for them in their new year. I think for myself, I wish more of the same! Life is good and I am incredibly blessed. The past year has held some monumental challenges and moments of utter despair, but I am full of faith right now and am seeing good things all around me.
This morning I happened to read one of my favorite parables that struck a particular chord. It speaks of building a foundation for your life that is deep and rests of rock, so that when floods and torrents "burst against" it you are not shaken because your life is well built. And last night I read another parable to my son, "The Hare and the Tortoise". When we finished the story, Rahul said, "Yeah, but that would never happen, right?" And I said, "Honey, it happens every day." And I feel like I am living proof that building one's "house" on the rock gives you the support and foundation to survive the roughest storms. And I have definitely become much more "tortoise" than "hare". When I was young I was full of hope and arrogance and absolutely sure of success. But as one dream after another was withheld from me, I began to see the value in humility and patience. There were years of my life I spent wondering what was going on and why I had not found the success I thought I should have. But now, at age 39, I look back and see how God ordered my steps precisely to prepare me for some of the things He has blessed me with now. Most especially, my son.
When Rahul first came home with me he was angry and confused and clearly did not want me to be his mom. He said so all the time, saying he had wanted a mom and a dad, wanted to live in the country, etc. And I often wondered in those first few months if he would have done better in that type of family. But as the months have turned into years I am 100% convinced that I am the perfect, hand-picked family for him. All of the qualities God spent years honing my character, the life lessons that dragged on over decades, the work I did in years of therapy, the 20+ years I have spent walking with God through all kinds of crazy situations, a lifetime spent in the bosom of a loving, stable family--all these things have shaped me into a Rahul-sized mom and prepared me to handle a type of parenting that is beyond description or explanation.
And I know there is a lot more work to do and challenges and joys I cannot even imagine. But right at this moment I am filled to the brim with contentment and faith. And I trust that the Rock that carried me 39 years already can be trusted to carry me as long as I am needed here.