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What a perfect word for this day, story. The day I think about my story and what Jenni means and who God meant when He thinks of me. When I think of my mother, and how she labored and willed me into the delivery room, and my father terrified this first time through the push and pull of new life.
And how they held me and wondered who I would be and then left that up to God.
Or my husband – if his three-year-old-day was brighter because it was the day his wife was born.
I think of the the past year – the thousand moments adding up to make me older again, wiser again. Or next year, in all of its brand-spanking-newness and unknowns and the unceasing march towards thirty.
And then I wonder if the moments meant what they were supposed to mean…until I remember that we live in the overlap and the Kingdom is here, packing ordinary days full of eternity.
I…a daughter, wife, woman…history repeating but always unique and always significant.