On the first day I brought the 2-year-old to preschool with two left shoes on his feet. We’ve come a ways since then, 7 weeks into this new job called nanny and new life in the States. But let’s be real, this past Friday the same 2-year-old wore pajama bottoms and oversized rain boots for a walk in the stroller. We will always be just a bit of a mess and a tad of some crazy.
Transitions are never easy, and I’ll admit there’s been an overwhelming number of them in the last 2 months. However, transitions also lead us to incredibly beautiful seasons.
One year ago, I could’ve never imagined living the days I live now, or so deeply loving the moments the way I do. And I stand here knowing the only explanation for it all is His unfailing goodness.
Life today is a stark contrast from life 6 months ago. I’ve swapped duffel bags for diaper bags, passports and visas for car insurance papers and tax forms, international plane tickets for domestic flights, cold showers and sleepless nights for clean sheets and late-night FaceTimes. There are days the transition has happened with such ease I almost can’t imagine I lived any other way. At other points I’m left with the wind knocked from my lungs, grappling to maneuver this very different way of life. In many ways, the last 2 months have been a harder walk of faith than the day I booked a plane ticket to Uganda for the very first time.
Transitions: never easy, always beautiful.
I’ve struggled to know what it looks like to keep up this blog. Still riddled with a passionate desire to write, but unsure of what, now that the crazy classroom days and plane trips have come to an end. Life is still very much crazy. It’s as every bit exciting today as it was a year ago. And I’m just as much simultaneously thrilled and terrified as I was before, maybe even more so.
Spring is coming. The 50-degree sunshine outside my window and chirping birds remind me of that the same way the chilly winds and gray skies do. Spring is coming. These transitions need only time.
