1 year: I was growing achingly larger with my third child, hoping, hoping it would be a boy so I could name him Seth.
2 years: We were walking through a darling old house, falling in love and praying we’d win it at auction.
6 years: We were falling head-over heels in love and I was ready for a ring.
10 years: I was a young 19, living with my family on the homestead, only dreaming of all that was to come. My days were filled with gardening, tending animals, and sewing for my new obsession – costumes!
16 years: I was living in a tipi, adjusting from city life to the middle of nowhere and learning to love our land.
24 years: I was about 5 when I told my mom I wanted to be an author when I grew up. Back then it was children’s books I wanted to create – I never dreamed I’d author a cookbook!
It’s amazing to look backwards…I can clearly see the hand of God as He molded my heart and dreams and wrote a story beyond my wildest imaginations. Remembering His faithfulness gives me courage for the future.
Does anyone else do this? I have to give myself 10 min. to write a Five Minute Friday post because of all the interruptions – Jump up to see why the kids are screaming in the studio (they were hiding from tigers). Jump up to plug the laptop in before it runs out of batteries. Jump up to answer the cry for help from the studio ( “Us need this blanket here ’cause us makin’ a house!”). Jump up to check on the youngest who has been put down for a nap but has opinions on the matter. Perhaps I could come up with something more inspired if I waited till bedtime to write? Probably.