Happy Birthday To Me

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Today, I am offically one year old on blogspot.com.

I look back over the last year and I feel as though I've come full circle. Let me explain...

A few months ago a young girl from my congregation approached me and asked me to mentor her. She is 19 and chose not to go to college after she graduated. She is currently teaching dance at a local studio and trying so hard to figure out how to be happy. She and I are reading Captivating by Staci and John Eldridge and today I was typing up the question on the chapter 6 "Healing the Wound", remembering what I went through about a year ago on the subject of restoration. I am now realizing just how much healing God gave me in the last twelve months.

I am not brand new. I am mended. And I think that's much better. Never thought I'd say that, but I am. I am mended - tattered and torn. But like the velveteen rabbit, I was made real by love. Not perfect, but real nonetheless.

How could I ask for more?

A list of my favorite posts coming up (and reflections on my trips to two seminaries)... but for now I'm all verklempt.

What I'm Reading: The Leadership Baton by Rowland Forman,Jeff Jones, & Bruce Miller

What I'm listening to: Kate Havnevik's Melankton

Comments

ptg said…
Happy Birthday!
2:04 AM
stephanie said…
Thanks ptg! And thanks for all your great posts on PF.
4:04 PM
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