Okay not EVERY year, sometimes life falls in more of a season of two to three years than a single calendar year. Over the past several years, I’ve been living under the theme of “Wild and Whimsy” and, oh my! I have done all the things.
I spontaneously went on a first date with a boy I hadn’t laid eyes on in over eight years. I planned and led my first team trip to Nairobi, Kenya (East Africa). The team stuck in transit in Paris, so I got a accidental vacation evening to see the sights while riding down the Seine River. God provided every penny for the team trip. I was offered a teaching job overseas without reviewing any of my credentials and without an interview… which I accepted, duh. Again, God provided every penny needed for me to be comfortable really leaving to start my overseas teaching job.
In October of last year, I left the United States for Honduras to take on 10 months of adventure. In my first week, I met tons of new friends (two who quickly became some of my BEST friends), my adorably sweet boss, my precious Honduran coworkers, and even a local barista of a charitable coffee shop (I mean… Priorities). Also in the first week, I got a call from that same boy telling me he’d spoken to my father to get permission to ask me to marry him. So naturally, I had all the feelings.
I came home to Georgia for Christmas and the boy asked me the very important question. I said yes and got a very sparkly accessory. We celebrated Christmas and New Years. I bought a wedding dress. We booked a venue and set a date. My mom and I met with the florist. Then I was zooming back to Honduras to complete my contract for the school year. I got a new teaching assistant and resumed my Spanish Review Lessons. Later, as a part of governmental visa restrictions, I needed to exit the country and re-enter – so my friends and I went just two border-ways away to Placencia, Belize for magical mini vacation and right back to Honduras. Then in June, I came home for good.
Almost immediately, we were into blitz wedding planning and finding the right apartment for our new little life. To make ends meet while sorting things out, I took a temp job back at my old office. And then like a dream, I was offered a temp position, which has since become a permanent stay, at my precious local community, Stevens Creek Church. I then got married in October. The day husband and I returned to work after our honeymoon, we were notified his company was “dissolving the support department”. We immediately set into grieving and searching for solutions. Then Thanksgiving – still haven’t found a great solution. Then Christmas Crazy -still no solution.
And now a new year is dawning. Today is ground zero. We’ve been sprinting for months. I did all the things and I have no regrets. God is good. But this new season needs to be different. I’m no less wild and no less whimsical so that may end up being more like a life-theme, however, there’s a different thing that I’ve been learning from my time in Honduras and my short time married thus far.
We live in the umbrella of God’s grace-zone. All we do, say, think, plan, whatever… It’s all under His grace and with His hand ALLOWING us to make mistakes and be forgiven and re-start and keep working at this life. It is a huge reminder that we are YET the loveliness that He calls us. Similarly, sweet husband tells me I’m beautiful at the ODDIST times. It’s hard to always believe it when he says it too, but I’m working on really listening to him and letting those words sink in and move me. I’m in sweet husband’s grace-zone too…
Because I am yet the loveliness that he says I am.
My friend Jessica got a tattoo years ago that I thought was just stunning. All it says is “yet lovely” on her dainty porcelain wrist. I didn’t understand it at first although I thought artistically it was show stopping. (No Jess, I’m not stealing your ink. 😉 I don’t know the exact story she was walking through in that season of her life, but I know that for me these tiny two words sum it up gorgeously.
“I am very dark, but lovely, O daughters of Jerusalem, like the tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Solomon. Do not gaze at me because I am dark, because the sun has looked upon me. My mother’s sons were angry with me; they made me keeper of the vineyards, but my own vineyard I have not kept!” – Song of Solomon 1: 5-6
I know you’re thinking, “That’s an odd scripture to run with as a theme for the new season.” As always, I ask you to trust. In this portion of scripture, Solomon’s beloved is responding to him explaining why she is the way she is. She’s telling him yes, I’ve had a hard life, but I trust somehow you are right and there is still loveliness inside. I would say that my life hasn’t been HARD necessarily but it has been one that fosters and values independence; something I’m trying to re-write now to instead foster and value interdependence with sweet husband. It’s not lovely yet, but I know that somehow God and sweet husband are right and there is indeed still loveliness inside.
#YetLovely
xo Meagan Balram