Nearly every time I write or type “2019”, I get a little panicky. It reminds me of how short time is. It reminds me that it has been almost 20 years since my oldest child was born. Was it really 20 years ago that I sat in the lamaze class, wondering when Lilly would be born?
I am trying to remember what my plans were 20 years ago. I do remember wanting to have a lot of kids. I was successful in that. I wanted a farm, and I have that. Did I really have any other plans beyond that? I don’t think that I did, except to graduate the Bible College I was attending. (I did.)
From that point, I started a music career that took up a lot of my time. We moved to TN. We moved back to IL seven years later. We were betrayed by friends, family, and pastors, and did a lot of healing up from that. That took a lot of time, but it’s done, pretty much.
What are my goals now? Build our farm into a successful business. (My version of success differs from a lot of other people’s.) Go back to college and get a BS in Religious Studies. Try to make sure my family eats healthily. Basically, live out a simple faith, and do God’s will.
I once chased stars, and I’m not jaded by the drop down to reality. I love the simplicity of rural farm life, and the lack of pressure to perform, produce, and look perfect. That last one is something I’ve never been good at. I think it’s a good trait.