When I was a teenager, my best friend and I drew pictures of our dream lives: the boys we wanted to marry, what our houses would look like, how many kids we wanted to have. Even as a young adult, I thought I had enough raw talent to create the picture of my life, inside the lines, with shades of my choosing.
Instead, my years have resembled a connect-the-dots picture… nothing close to the picture I drew as a teenager.
Transition has become a familiar picture for me, one who has called four countries, twelve states, and thirty-five dwellings, home. The dots don’t always feel connected, but instead of waiting around for the next dot to appear, I try to live with intention.
A long-ago shepherd and king wrote, “The Lord is the portion of my inheritance and my cup; You support my lot. The lines have fallen to me in pleasant places; Indeed, my heritage is beautiful to me (Psalms 16:5-6).” He saw that God drew a good picture of his life. And God has connected all the crazy dots to draw a good picture of my life, too.
Only my Artist knows when and where He’ll move His sharpened pencil next—up, down, sideways. Sometimes I’m tempted to nudge it along, but I can’t see the big picture. I can only see the morning sunrise—God’s drawing of a new day.
(Originally published on the Really blog @ http://www.elisamorgan.com)
Rebecca Stuhlmiller 
One reply on “My Dot-to-Dot Life”
I remember making similar lists when I was younger! So funny how looking back nothing really went as planned, but it was all for the best. When people let go of all their “lists” and let God take control, that’s when things really fall into place.
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