I'm walking into Mrs. Lehnhart's classroom, holding tightly to my father's hand. It's the first day of kindergarten and I am entering the same classroom with the same teacher that each of my three older siblings entered. My father pulls my six year old self into his lap, my sunflower jumper covering his crisp Dockers. He reaches to grab my new Lion King Backpack from my mother and in solid sharpie letters, he writes "Jillian Pierce" on the front. He gives me a squeeze, promises me they'll be back, I'll be just fine, etc. He encourages me to go investigate the dollhouse in the corner where my friends from Sunday School are already playing.
In each transition of my life, my heavenly Father has sat me on his lap, reminded me of my name and equipped me for what lies ahead.
In this first year of motherhood, God's Lion King backpack has been a softness in my heart. I've become downright mushy in the most geriatric of terms. Pudding. Applesauce. Oatmeal.
The texture hasn't always been enjoyable. Sometimes I've felt like God was smooshing me. In a sense, He was, but only the hard parts. I began to understand the street smarts of humility in several alleys of my heart, and this blog is where I would like to chronicle those.
What new journey are you on? In what ways is God giving you a new spirit? Humbling you? Smooshing you?
Maybe, like me, you find yourself walking a path others have walked before, but realize your unique journey is valuable and worth sharing.
Maybe this blog can be the foam finger for your heart of flesh.
Maybe I can be your friend at the dollhouse.