If you'd asked me a few years ago, I never would have thought that this would all fit into a schedule. Marriage, motherhood, ministry and Master's Degree? Are you kidding?
Sometime in high school, a motivational speaker came to to our gymnasium burdened with a modestly-sized tub and multiple bags of rocks. He asked us if the several bags of rocks would all fit in the tub.
As high schoolers are adept at doing, we chortled with snark. Of course the bags wouldn't fit. Not even Santa Claus could make those awkward bulging bags of granite squeeze into that tiny tub. No way.
And then...that smug motivational speaker proceeded to put the big rocks in. And kicked the tub a few times. And then, with a kick, he put the medium-sized rocks in. And the little rocks, followed by a flourish and a shake. And you know what? To our utter surprise, the three bulging bags were empty, the tub was full, and our speaker was resplendent with triumphant glee at having disproved the snarky adolescent mass.
Next week, I add the final "big rock": Master's Degree. Two weeks ago, I began my pre-requisite Statistics class at Pima Community College, dipping my toe into the waters of higher education who, mind you, has been unvisited for almost 10 years. Next week...next Wednesday...I make my first trek to Phoenix to begin pursuing my MS MFT, my Masters of Science in Marriage and Family Therapy, at Fuller Theological Seminary. I won't lie, I'm a little terrified at how many cobwebs need to be cleared from my higher-order thinking capacities, but, nonetheless, I'm convinced that I'm doing the right thing.
Pray that, with the help of my friends, my family, and God's grace I can hurdle this final big step in moving toward what I believe to be God's vision for myself and my family.
