When I imagined what I thought my life would be like…well it was all perfection. I would be a better mom, the perfect mom. I would be quilting, babies round my feet. My husband and I would look adoringly into each others’ eyes all the time. Our love would be perfect, whole, lovely. Words would be soft gentle loving kind beautiful.
When I imagined what my life would be like my babies would live and not die. They would be healthy and nurse perfectly.
When I imagined what my life would be like, itwould never have included my husband standing at the corner waiting to catch the commuter bus…only to be violently struck down one beautiful June day by a young man in a truck. No, my husband would not have been brain injured. My life was going to be perfect.
And when I imagined who God was, he was the giver of good things.
When reality snapped me out of my imaginings, it was better….much much messier, much less perfect. Much more real, and gritty, and flawed.
But truly all I imagined doesn’t compare to what God had in mind.
His purposes were for my good that I could not have imagined. He imagined more for me…more joy in the difficulty, more triumph in the tragedy. He knew before I was formed in my mother’s womb.
And while I would not have imagined it and could not have imagined it….this life, this wholly imperfect life…I could not have imagined this God this holy perfect God who would offer me more than I could have thought or imagined.
What did you imagine?
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