I feel like I’m managing 2 completely separate lives (or perhaps 3… or 4…): One life in which I’m a husband, father, web nerd… and the other I’m a son… but not the same son I was a few weeks ago.
Or I am, but, I’m beginning to see my “sonship” in a slightly different light.
Having the opportunity to meet my birthmom is beginning to become more of a reality every single day. It’s like that feeling when you know about something but it finally “clicks” and you feel like you really know about it now (or at least know about it a little bit better).
I think it’s happening every single day, that “Aha!” moment.
The problem isn’t that I’m having them, I think it’s refreshing. The real problem is that I’m not having much time to process them. God has an interesting way of just piling things on, doesn’t He?
And not without purpose, I’m sure. It’ll be 20/20 when I get through, it always is. But when you’re in the middle, it never feels good, right?
When it rains, it pours. And when it pours that means I typically get wet, like really wet… like when you feel like your drowing-while-standing type of “wet”.
But I’d almost never have it any other way. It’s during these times where I find Scripture even more satisfying. It’s during these times where it becomes even more of a priority.
Now if only my heater would get fixed…! It’s bad enough to be wet… freezing wet sucks!