I am a woman out of the Lost & Found.
Gosh, it’s been fast, the little girl feeling from first grade still a clear memory. How many annual calendar pages do you tear off in 40 years? 480. Beyond the 1/10 of the sheets that mark my prologue in Korea, my life divides into thirds. The first chapter written in NYC, the second in PA that suburbanized the college girl, the third in CA that ruralized the wife and mom. We live across from cows now.
Motherhood consumed me in its centripetal force. Okay, I let it – in my determination to be the best darned mom I knew how (any resolution cemented with best darned certain to unglue). What was it about turning 40 that felt so different? Was it the crest of my climb, a sure descent from here? Or could I borrow a lesson from Moses? He had it made until the mistake that cost him his crown to Egypt at 40. Surely he’d done himself in. The next forty years on the run he became a family man tending sheep. Little did he know God had all the time in the world and had him on training ground to humble and ready him to shepherd a nation out of slavery – in the four decades ahead. No coincidence that a human baby is full term at 40 weeks.
When I hit the age that embodies spiritual gestation, something happened. I remembered I was more than a mother. The woman God had created to reflect Him in her way had gone missing. I remembered that writing is how I breathe.
So I’m no longer holding my breath.
See the stones collected in the wayfaring, some posts light and colorful, others dense. Relationships, identity, learning, time, faith, hope, the physical, the invisible. I see God’s handprints everywhere. Whatever catches my eye in the journey, I hold up to you. I offer no secrets to growing a money tree, have no magic in these hands to captivate you with aesthetics. You’ll see some photos and videos but stories, largely, and what I hope you welcome as insight. The best I’ve got for you are words. Single guys read me as the moms do. Artists and writers have joined us. So I speak of it all – not just the parenting or my faith. But of the things we share in our humanity. The holistic journey.