I still remember seeing the cover of the magazine. This was years ago, when I worked at the local university. Students would wander through my office looking for faculty. This particular student happened to be carrying an extreme sport magazine that I normally wouldn’t give a second glance, but on the cover was a familiar, rocky landscape.
The Big Bend.
A large part of my family is from West Texas, and, although I’ve lived in Missouri most of my life, the mountain desert of West Texas is home. I can’t explain it. The desert feels like home in a way that Missouri doesn’t. That evening, I convinced my husband that I needed to go home.
I am up to my eyeballs in babies. Suddenly, every girlfriend I have is planning for a baby or waddling around in adorable maternity clothes or staring wide-eyed at a precious newborn who reduces them to babbling murmurs and speech impediments I'd never noticed before. ("Who's my pwecious wittle wonderful? Are you my pwecious wittle wonderful?") Even my most baby-resistant friend has found herself unexpectedly expecting . . . and loving it. I'm enjoying the burst of babies, because I will get to hold plenty of cute, squirmy things and then bolt when the tantrums begin.
Someone once said “Life is what happens when you’re planning your day.” I have always felt that “God is planning your day while your life happens.” Take for example, yesterday. I woke up eager to have my first cup of coffee, get to my computer and then run several errands. However, God had planned a much different day for me…one that would be most challenging but so much more rewarding. As I poured some vanilla cream into my brew, the phone rang. “Hi”, a dear friend said to me “What are you doing?” I replied “I was just about to sit down to read the morning paper.” “Oh.” She replied her voice sounding nervous. “I could really use a big favor right now.” “Sure” I quipped back “What’s up?” 






