Be Still my Soul

“And suddenly you know: it’s time to start something new and trust the magic of beginnings.”

“Remind yourself that it’s OK not to be perfect.”

“It’s Holy Week. Slow down. Remember. Do not run to the resurrection without tasting death. Walk with Christ, not past him.”

Someday when you’re married and you’re chasing your children around the house, with Star Wars on the TV and pb&js on the kitchen counter, you’ll think of him for some reason. You’ll wonder where he’s living, you think probably up North, just like you - because you both couldn’t stand living in the South. You’ll wonder how his job is going, how old his children are, how his mother is doing, where his sister is - and it’ll sting for a split second. But then your husband will open the front door and your children will tackle him as he walks in. He’ll kiss you gently, you’ll ask him about his day and he’ll just laugh. And then you’ll just look at him. And you’ll know. You’ll know that this is where you’re supposed to be - that he is where you were supposed to be all along.