A few nights ago, I stood on the front beach at camp with my husband, my XtraTuf boots in the edge of the lapping water, watching the sun set over the Chilkat mountain range, casting a fishing line out into the bay in hopes of catching our dinner.
And in that peaceful moment, I realized something about where life has taken me:
This is unfamiliar, but familiar.
It’s not the home I’ve known, but it’s home.
This is not who I’ve been, but this is who I’m becoming.
I never imagined this life…but I can’t imagine life any other way.
How amusing it is — that God saw me as that shy little ballerina girl who hated getting dirty, was scared of the dark, and would much prefer to stay inside reading and playing dolls, and He planned to someday capture that girl’s heart with camping ministry, marry her off to an outdoorsman, and set her in the middle of the Alaskan wilderness. He saw and He knew and He planned. He loved me as I was, but had better things in mind.
So now here I am, becoming an Alaskan, becoming a wife, becoming what I hope is a better and stronger person. Still growing, still overcoming fear. And thankful every day for this life.