The Truth About Italy. The UnSugarCoated Details.

What Italy is really like:

For those of you who know me – I’m sure I’ve given my fair share of input about my current adventure in Italy. Through the good, the bad, and the ugly I’m more, now than ever, aware of God’s constant presence in and around me.. No – I’m not perfect at remembering, and I would be lying if I said in the raging tantrums of my 4 year old little rascal I can constantly be in tune to how God would have me to love him instead of wanting to scream and run away. I am still learning. Not a day goes by that God doesn’t have something in store. Many have asked how Italy is going, and with over half of this year under my belt – its about to get real up in herrrr! Sugar coat? I will not. Here is the truth about what my life is like in Italy and here it is the constant goodness of my God who holds me fast in this season.

Italy is beautiful. Sometimes, I have a hard time believing this place is real. God took extra care to make this country absolutely stunning in every way! I am fully aware that I am living people’s dreams right now. Sometimes, this is overwhelming. I am a people pleaser and therefore I don’t want others to feel bad about not being here. I know it sounds crazy – but I’m just telling the truth. It’s hard to balance the dreams of others and my reality that is beyond dreams I could ever have had for myself. So, God speaks into this saying “ I dreamt dreams for you before you had dreams to dream. Be present on this adventure that I am taking you on! Trust me to fulfill my dreams for everyone else in My timing.” I go back and forth between feeling bad for those who dreamed of this life and trying not to sound too excited about where I am in fear that I will be hated for the life I am living and what people can see from the outside.

I want to encourage those in seasons of beauty: SOAK IT IN, Live it up, and learn how to see God’s face in it all! For those waiting on beauty, feeling overlooked, and wondering where adventure is, I challenge you to: SOAK IT IN!! See the things around you that you have already been given. God is waiting to be found in every area of our lives but sometimes our stubbornness hinders us from realizing His goodness through it ALL! Not one day in the span of your life is wasted, worthless, or overlooked by God. Not one moment…ever! So anything telling you otherwise is a lie. You can go ahead and dispel that – ready go!

Italy is slowing grabbing of pieces of my heart and allowing me to feel and experience emotions that I never knew I had the capability to feel. Some good, some terrifying. In these moments, God continues to speak into my dreams. I had a conversation with two amazing friends when they came to visit Sorrento. They asked me what my dream job would be after this year is over. I couldn’t answer. Not because I didn’t want to, but because I honestly have never allowed myself to believe that I was worthy of dreaming dreams and asking God for them. I didn’t feel worthy to live life into immeasurably more but God is showing me that His dreams far outweigh my fear of dreaming for myself. So, I sat down to write out my dreams… not out of fear but out of expectation and it makes my heart race with excitement. I feel like a little child sitting at the feet of Jesus asking what is coming next and waiting in trust that what I have written will be fulfilled. I’ve come far enough to know that how I think God will do this, is probably opposite of how He actually will, so I will wait in His presence and trust Him to go before and prepare what He has.

A day in the life in Italy. On any given day, I will meet at least one new person. Italians are generous, loving, and if you are part of the family you will feel nothing less than protected and provided for. It is incredible. I was walking on the street one day to a hike in a place called Baia Di Jeranto. I stopped to ask a girl for directions and she told me to go to the bus stop down the street. Well, I am impatient and don’t like to wait so I kept walking past the bus stop….and kept walking. I found out there was a bus strike that day and I would have to walk 3 more miles to get me to my destination and hike another 3.5 miles to the bay where I was headed in the first place. Next thing I know, the same girl pulls up on the side of me with her motorino and tells me to get on! She drove me the next few miles because she didn’t want me to have to walk that far before I was going to hike! WHAT?! Generosity. She was looking out for a stranger, not because she had to or felt pressured, but that is how Italians are!

You wont ever leave hungry…EVER. If you don’t gain weight, they will think you are sick and just try to feed you more food. The movies don’t lie people! This is real life! On any given day, you will eat enough pasta, pizza, and cheese to feed a small country. I am constantly amazed by the intake of food and the small body sizes of the Italian people…it doesn’t make sense to me, and I’m sure it never will.

I Au-Pair for 3 children, 12, 10, and 4. With two girls entering their teenage years and a boy who is …. Ummm… difficult, I fight to stay sane on a daily basis. There are so many beautiful moments, and so many really, really difficult ones. But, as I mentioned before, God is teaching me to see His face in ALL of it, not just the good. I’m learning how to love when I don’t want to, I’m learning how to communicate through walls of struggle and hurt, and I’m learning how to navigate situations I never thought I would ever be in. This is a fight in the good and bad, and my grip on God is tighter than ever. I’ve seen beauty in conversations about God. I’m getting a taste of my own medicine with the oldest…as she acts JUST like I did when I was younger (which was obviously perfect….oh wait…). I see the middle struggle to be seen, so I can show her that she is loved and seen not only by me but also by her Savior. I see a youngest who yearns for discipline, but balancing love and boundaries is harder than it may sound for a child who isn’t used to that. All of this is in the place where God is telling me that the REAL Kristi is to be found as well. Needless to say, it is a lot. I am in a constant state of surrender…. Knowing I can’t carry all of this well without Him.

I’m proud of my Italian roots. I’ve learned so much about the culture here, and so much of my life makes sense because of it. My mom’s hospitality, my dad’s adventurous spirit… and stubbornness, my grandma’s feistiness, my granny’s devotion….everything. I get to little by little piece together my history while in the place so much of my family lived, worked, and loved. There is so much more that I am expecting for in the second half of my year here…and all of it, I’m not sure how to put into words. I know one thing, I’m trusting without borders, I’m loving without boundaries, and I’m learning without trying to tell God that I know better. He’s smart to put me in a place of unknown so I can only depend on His strength and trust that His timing is perfect, His heart is good, and His dreams for me are immeasurably more! I'm being romanced by Jesus in the beauty of His creation. He is putting me back together, little by little, He is uncovering the Kristi that I have stuffed down because of fear. He is breathing life into places I never knew were dead. He is showing me His face in places beyond my wildest dreams. Italy. Jesus. Kristi. Life. That is what it is really like. 

I Lift My Eyes!

“I lift my eyes unto the hills. Where does my help come from? My help comes from the Lord, maker of heaven and earth.” (Psalms 121:1-3)

I’ve had these words stuck in my head for the last few hours and all I can do it to keep repeating them over and over. It made me wonder what David was thinking when he wrote these words. If I look to the mountains, my cry isn’t immediately going to be answered. If I set a goal and would like to attain it and I look to the hills, my goal isn’t going to be reached in that instant. I don't recall a time I asked advice from someone and their response was, "look to the hills!" So what help will it do when I am in need of saving that is outside of my capabilities? Look to the hills, David says. Why? 

The other day I swam at the base of a mountain, in a bay hidden far away from civilization. Not even realizing it, God was answering this future question for me. I didn’t stand at the base of the mountain, look up, and list off the things that I want to unfold in my life. I swam at the base of the mountain in compete awe and wonder. There were no words that I could possibly speak that would have graced the surface of the joy I knew that instant. I begged God to help me remember the view, the peace, and the love He was showing me.

So, why then, do we look to the hills? Because, when we look to the hills we aren't looking into the face of a solution to our difficulties, we are looking into the face of the Creator. 

We see God in His greatness, in the intricate details of His creation and it gives us a perspective of the beautiful God that says He loves US and that He has GOOD in store FOR us. 

I couldn’t look up to the hills and remember the things that so frequently consume my mind: wants, needs, desires, dreams. I sat in awe. Speechless. I felt as though I was starring into the face of God, and everything else faded away. David knew that in order for him to face what God was setting in front of him, He had to be able to stop and see the face of the One who was going to help him through it. We look up to the hills to see the greatness of our God. We look to the hills because we are given greater perspective to see that our help comes from the One who created the massive structure in front of us, and in one word from His mouth, it can and will move.

If you are facing trials, I urge you to find a mountain, sit at its base and look up. 

As big as that mountain looks to you, that is infinitely times how much bigger God is to the problems you are facing. 

Look up and know His word is true, and His promises to you WILL be fulfilled. Look up and know that if He wants the mountain to move, it will, if He wants the mountain to stay, it will, and if He wants the mountain to crumble to the ground, it WILL because He says so. And as His children, we get to live in that strength, that joy, and that love. That is the God you serve, and THAT is the God who sees beyond the mountain. When you are sitting at the base, you can't see the other side. God offers us peace because He ALONE knows what is coming. You can't be in the valley of the mountain and at it's peak…He already is. Rest in looking up. 

Remember He is in it WITH you and beyond it FOR you! 

Accept Healing…Don't just look at it.

For the last few days, I have noticed a slight cold coming on, something I have been trying to fight since I realized it was happening. The welcoming of summer intersected with an unwelcome illness. Nonetheless, life goes on and work must take place. Every morning I walk Franci to school, a short time but always beautiful. Not to mention her school overlooks the Colosseum, a detail I often point out to show how God has blessed the family. As routine, yesterday we walked to school. We talked. We memorized a bible verse (which is nothing short of amazing!). And we said hello to our friend who sits at the bottom of the stairs that lead to her school. As I dropped her off, I walked back into what I thought was going to be my normal walk back home. I put my headphones in and began to walk when my thoughts were interrupted by the kindness and generosity of our friend. He speaks broken Italian. I hardly speak Italian. So, our communication is a result of our mad skills in hand gestures. He didn’t say much, but he reached out his hand, I thought to shake mine good-bye, but in it he had a candy. I thanked him repeatedly as I know he doesn’t have much to call his own. Of course, in that moment…and as a child of the 21st century, I thought “I have to instagram this! God is so faithful to teach me how to be generous with little.” He is teaching me that in more ways than I can count. Stripping me of all the ways I would “give” to others, and showing me the blessing of new ways to be generous when I don’t have a dollar to my name. I promised myself, I would save this piece of candy as a remembrance of God showing me His love and grace in this time. As true as it is, that God provides even when we have nothing to give, I missed the biggest point He was trying to teach me, until this morning.

Again, our friend met us with a “Ciao” and a candy for both Franci and I. I was so grateful and thanked him again. But as I began to walk back home, I had a moment of realization. This candy that I promised I would save and look at to remember God’s faithfulness, wasn’t a candy. It was wrapped like a candy, but inside held something I didn’t expect. Healing. This cute little piece of candy with writing that didn’t made any sense, was actually a cough drop. Instead of giving me something I can look at to remember Him, God was offering me something I could use in the healing He wanted to offer. It was like God was saying, 
“Yes, that would be cute if you kept it in a box and let it rot forever. But I want to give you something that will actually bring you healing, not just a visual of what healing looks like.”

Sometimes God offers healing in unexpected places, but in order to be healed we must accept the process in which God will allow healing to begin. For me, it was not just accepting the cough drop, but allowing myself to begin the healing process with it. No, it wasn’t a magical cough drop and I am not completely healed physically yet, but I realized as much as God offers healing we must allow ourselves to step into it with Him. God is faithful in offering, we must be faithful in receiving, even when it doesn’t make sense, or comes from a place we don’t expect.

Healing isn’t just a pretty piece of candy that can be saved and looked at to hope that God will one day heal you. That cough drop wouldn’t do my healing any good if I just looked at it. God doesn’t give us the promise of healing so we can see how cool it would be if He healed us. He says “here, eat this and allow healing to begin.” Where does God want to heal you? What ways is He offering to? Accept it. Begin the healing. So all in all…Eat the cough drop, people!  

Three Years with Jesus!

Three years ago on May 14, 2011. I sat alone and convicted in my room overlooking the mountains in Snowmass, Colorado. I wasn’t where I wanted to be, and I had come to the end of me. I didn’t know where else to turn, so with the energy I could muster, I cried, “Fine, Jesus, let’s do this.” Nothing had worked, so I said yes. The road of “me” immediately ended, and little did I know what was ahead. All He wanted was for me to acknowledge that He had better, and we started running in the opposite direction, changing everything I knew about life. Fading out the lies, He spoke truth in their place. Looking back, I can only see His face. He led me out of darkness, and brought me into life. He covers my past, He died for my mistakes, and He is all I want to see no matter where I am looking. His hand of mercy, so strong and sure, led me to…

Today. I sit alone and in awe in my room overlooking the terraces of my neighbors in Rome, Italy. May 14, 2014 marks three years of “Me and Jesus,” as my phone so beautifully reminded me this morning as I awoke. I’m not at all where I thought I would be, but I am where I’m supposed to be. Thank God that He sees beyond my selfish, narrow-minded, prayers of want to guide me to where He knows is best. Who knew that “finding myself” and finding all of Him would be lived out in this beautiful country. My dream was to visit. God uses our dreams to give us purpose and to bring glory to His name. I remember a friend saying when I was about 13 years old, “God doesn’t give us desires that He won’t fill.” I’ve never known that to be truer. 

At the core of everything I desired, in any given moment in my life, was always Him. 

He knows that. We are wired with the innate longing for our Savior. He knew that when I got down to the nitty-gritty of what I truly wanted in life it would be Him. Then Italy came, on a beautiful silver platter, but I knew that accepting it was recognizing the reality that everything was changing. Accepting Jesus in my heart was accepting the journey we would take together (though I didn’t know that at the time)… the good, the bad, the hard, and the joy. I would have never guessed in my wildest dreams that I would be where I am. True, I don’t know what I want to be when I grow up. No, I don’t know the next step I’m taking when I leave Italy. But God called me on to this beautiful and intricately woven road, so I trust Him to lead the way. I’ve realized the joy of walking with Jesus begins with the fact that I don’t have to have it all together to be loved by Him. If that were the case I would never be worthy enough to be called His. He calls us though we are weak and sinful into a life of joy and promise.

If I’m being honest, I had a lot more to say but realizing the gravity of where God has brought me I leaving me nothing short of speechless. He took me from the Rocky Mountains to Rome, Italy to prove that His dreams for me are bigger than I could dream for myself. 

He took me from the bars in Athens, GA to a church in Atlanta, Georgia to show He is worthy of all of my praise. 

He brought me from depression, from self-hatred, from screaming voices of lies and wrapped my identity in Him and deemed me worthy of love. 

He took me from death to life and made a way in everlasting unity with Him. 

Really, all I can say is, 3 years with Jesus has changed everything. I have a feeling that it doesn’t end any time soon. So, all I can do is keep my eyes on Him and trust He knows more, He sees more, and He loves more. He is good! He is worthy! Realizing that this is just the beginning, I will just hold on tightly and enjoy this beautiful ride. Happy Anniversary Jesus :) 

"We find ourselves standing where we always hoped we might stand - out in the wide open spaces of God's grace and glory, standing tall and shouting our praise!" Romans 5:1

Slain...

“I come, God, I come

Return to the Lord

The One who’s broken

The One who’s torn me apart

You strike down to bind me up

You say you do it all in love

That I might know you in your suffering

Though you slay me

Yet I praise you

Though you take from me

I will bless your name

Though you ruin me

Still I worship

Sing a song to the One who’s all I need"

 - Shane and Shane

For the last 48 hours I have been amazed that a song has been written that sums it all up. Everything I know about life is changing. Everything I clung to has been ripped out of my hands. Everything I identified myself with, has faded. Everything I knew about me has been wrecked and ruined. I am ruined. Everything I never wanted to face, is staring me down. Everything I have been running away from, God is intentionally making me sit in and feel. I sit helpless in the Arms of Life and I can offer nothing because I came to the end of my road the moment I stepped on a plane to Italy. Life passes with immeasurable uncertainty, and I am told to trust. I have been left with nothing, but been given everything. I have hope. I have grace. I have experienced what it feels like to be alone with Jesus and the beauty that He offers. I am in a place where I want nothing more than to cling to Him with every ounce of by being. He is the only thing in life that makes sense. He brings beauty in the storm. He is showing me how to love when I don’t feel like it. He is showing me what His love looks like when I am too stubborn to see. He is slowly taking blinders off to show me how massively perfect His plan is. He is my constant. He is everything.

I remember bible study with my girls, always saying we were “slain.” Haha! We would always say that when God is just going all out, and we couldn’t handle it. Well, God is going all out, and it is absolutely painful. Now, I know you must be thinking, how painful can it be when you are in Rome, Italy? I realize my circumstances, and I am beyond grateful for them. In God’s beautifully orchestrated plan He knew this place would be farthest from my mind in terms of “where I saw myself in _____ number of years.”

My dreams never consisted of Italy. But God’s dreams always consisted of me.

He wanted ALL of me, not just the few parts I would allow Him to take control over. I held on to half of me, He got the leftovers. I grasped control and the narrow-minded vision of what life with Jesus looked like, and I allowed Him to chime in when it wasn’t working out quite right. I... I ... I… Rome is the place where God replaced the ‘I’ with ‘Himself,’ not because I came to the altar and handed over everything so perfectly, but because He had the grace to see beyond my vision of life and take me out before it overtook me. Everything looks different. Yes, I am living in a beautiful city. Yes, I am in the most painful place I’ve ever faced in my life. I am being ruined, uprooted, torn and slain.

God sees me in my potential, but He loves me in my progress.

I fight a daily battle with the me I have been called out of, the ‘me’ that I’ve known for 27 years, the ‘me’ that is used to getting what she wants. My fight isn’t ceasing, in fact, it is increasing, but God is proving His strength to be greater than I could have ever imagined. I don’t have the strength on my own to deal with a screaming 3 year old, let alone the voices screaming in my head. I am completely incapable of succeeding in this season of life on my own. I know on the other end, I will only be able to praise Jesus for the transformation He is allowing. So, in the midst of being ruined, broken, slain, and torn, I will worship.

I can stand because Jesus died. He paid everything. He, too, was broken, ruined, slain, and torn, not for Himself, but for me. I can fight this fight because an empty grave says He already won the war. I can stand on the crashing waves because His nail-scared hands hold me up. I can be blinded to what is next because His vision sees beyond the here-and-now into my forever with Him.

He is seated in the end of my battle yet He carries me through the present. 

Pain still hurts, but pain with purpose births beauty. His pain was for me. I will trust Him. I will praise Him. I will sing a song to the One who’s all I need.

My Italian Miracle

It was time…FINALLY! My first Italian vacation with amazing friends to Venice!! Stepping, once again, into the unknown, I had never felt more prepared. I knew God anointed this trip, and prepared the way for us to go. I was ready; I was so pumped. We arrived at the airport to pick up the car around 12:00 where Friday excitement was soon met with challenge. The car rental place wanted to charge us 800 EURO…yes 800…for a deposit to take the car off the lot. Let’s all say it together…ain’t nobody got time fo dat! After frantically calling family members and talking to the agents, they told us we could buy the insurance and only put down a 300 euro deposit to be held on the car. Ellie’s amazing dad quickly transferred money and we were able to get on the road around 1:30. In that moment I realized, my plans for this trip had been quickly shifted to the wayside. 

As we managed to successfully drive out of the city, I was mostly silent and in constant awe of the country and position God has placed me in. First, I was driving, something anyone who knows me knows I love to do…probably more than the average person. Second, I was in Italy driving through mountain ranges that stretched beyond the sky. My eyes and heart in pure wonder over the God who had the vision to create such a stunning work. With road signs that didn’t make sense, and a view that often distracted me, we safely arrived at our Hotel in Venice. As excited I was to get away for the first time, nothing could have prepared me for what Burano and Venice had to offer. A small island in Venice called Burano, I had seen pictures of these colorful houses and beautiful landscapes but I was dumbfounded when an image became reality. I know my friends probably thought I was rude, but many times I couldn’t speak because I was so in awe. The colors of the houses, the water as the sun glistens on the waves, the fact that the roads are in the water FOR THE BOATS not cars, there are no words. I couldn’t help but send some praise and congratulations up to God throughout the whole day for being brilliantly beautiful in His masterpiece. My apologies in advance, but I will NOT stop talking about this place!!

Amongst the joy, God quickly showed what it means to truly be in awe of Him. He showed us what trust without borders looks like when you put it in to action. We spent an incredible weekend in Venice, celebrating friendship, praising Jesus and celebrating Julia’s birthday!! It was so blessed! We headed home, with memories and joy in our hearts from what God allowed us to see over the few days! I thought that leaving would have been the high of the trip, but it turns out that in desperate times, God showed up even greater and even more beautifully! We set off on our 6.5 hour trip back to Rome, happy, exhausted, and filled with joy. About 3 hours in, the car started making noise, and we pulled over only to find that a screw had gotten stuck in the tire. And the best part is that He isn’t finished…. He is just getting started. May my eyes be open to see beyond my circumstance into the greatest purposes of He who has called me.

The nicest people came to help us, amongst the broken English and broken Italian, we were able to communicate. We decided to carry on and continue to drive as the screw was already to far in the car. All I could say was “it will be a miracle when we pull in to that parking deck at the airport, girls!” We kept driving but about 30 minutes down the road we heard the dreaded sound of air quickly seeping out of the tire. We had to pull over, and began to call family members and insurance companies to figure out what to do. In the meantime, God was holding us in the palms of his hands and keeping us safe. Pulled off into a ditch on the side of the road, I unsuccessfully tried to change the tire while waiting for the nice person to come help. I know, patience isn’t my forte. The sweetest little non-English speaking Italian man came to our rescue. He changed our tire within 3 minutes…I starred at the flat tire longer than it took him to finish completely change it! He finished, but then began to warn us that we CAN NOT go farther than 50 km before we need to change the tire. He hand-motioned a “kaboom” that the car would break if we went to far. With 250 km to go, I began to worry. I am not a car expert, but I know I would not like to go “kaboom” with the car. Overwhelmed with what we were about to face, I only knew to pray. I realized this whole situation was out of my control and God had provided me an ample opportunity to trust and surrender. This was the moment I had been praying for that looked completely opposite of what I expected. I remember praying that I would see God’s face. It is a lot easier to focus on His when mine isn’t in the way. I handed Julia my phone to play a song and without knowing anything God was speaking over me, she began to play “Oceans.” Within the next 10 minutes my mom texted to say they had just played “Oceans” at PCC as well. I was stunned, silent, and in a constant state of surrender. I gripped the wheel and prayed that God would have His way, that I would know His strength. I battled doubt and fear for 5 hours of the drive, constantly having to refocus that God had control over the situation. My heart skipped a beat every bump we hit, but we continued on. 250 km later, we pulled in to the airport-parking garage completely in awe and overwhelmed by the miracle we had just witnessed. I couldn’t fully process what happened last night, but God keeps bringing prayers I’ve prayed to mind, and He was more than specific in His answering them. He was there. I saw His face glistening on the waters in the same way I saw it on the spare tire we found in the trunk of the car. I got to witness beauty in joy and beauty in pain. I had a plan, but God knew better, He always does. I am blessed to be able to say that I am alive right now and that we made it safely home only because of God. There is no other possible explanation as to how anything happened. He put us in that situation so our faith would be sure and our trust would grow stronger, and ultimately that He alone would get the glory… and with all that is in me I will praise and exalt His precious name.

I Was Supposed To….

At this moment, I am currently sitting at my house in Rome. I’m not complaining by any means, but my family is currently on vacation in the mountains where I was supposed be this week as well. I’ve had a full range of emotions since they left: sad because the mountains are my happy place, excited because I get to rest and be alone, annoyed because I have been sick for 3 weeks (hence why I am staying home, doctors orders), and many others.

And, for a split second I believed I am not where I am supposed to be. I prayed that I would be able to go on this trip, with that gut feeling that it won’t go the way I planned it. When the doctor said I was too sick to leave Rome, I felt as though she just punched me in the stomach.

“But God, it’s the MOUNTAINS! Remember, I love them. This will be bonding time with the family and I! I don’t want them to be put out because I’m not there. And God… IT IS THE MOUNTAINS!”

Prayers answered, but not how I wanted. “But God, I’m SUPPOSED to be in the mountains right now.” The words flooded out so quickly, and like the gracious Father He is, God stopped me in my tracks.

I’m not where I’m supposed to be….statistics say, I am supposed to be married with 2.5 children, I am supposed to have a steady job, I am supposed to have enough money saved up to feed a small country, I am supposed to….supposed to…supposed to…

The reality is, my “supposed to” is now irrelevant. Into my rant about where I am “supposed to be” God breathed these words….

When you step into immeasurably more you step out of “supposed to” and into surrender.

With God our cup overflows. When we accept living in immeasurably more, we must loosen our grip to where we are “supposed to be.” With open hands, we allow God to work outside of the confines of expectation. From my point of view, I believed that I was “supposed to be” in the mountains…but that is exactly it…it was from my point of view: limited and narrow minded. I can’t see beyond what I can see… what I choose to see.

That is the bonus of surrender, my eyes can be shut to direction but I’m being guided by the One who sees all, is in all, and created all. It is hard not to trust Him…yet it is hard to trust. I know that in my mind, I was supposed to be somewhere else this week.

But if I was always where I believed I was supposed to be, I wouldn’t be where I am right now.

Rome. Italy. Immeasurably More. Being refined in His fire. Challenged. My life is the proof that God sees beyond my view point and into His perfect plan. I’m “supposed to be” a lot of things, but that was thrown to the wayside when I said “Yes” to Him. So, I can settle knowing I’m right where I need to be, in immeasurably more where nothing makes sense and God gets all the glory!