Fifteen years ago I stood in the same place I stood last night.
I was 21 and about to fall for the Midwestern boy with the green eyes who was trying to steal third base. Spring on the Washington DC mall – it was a cherry blossom love story.
I couldn’t have known.
I couldn’t have known that fifteen years later I would be standing on that exact same spot with that same boy.
That same boy and our three children.
Life maps itself without our realizing. Without knowing we are standing at an X-marks-the-spot point in time we live on oblivious.
I watch the faces of the students that surround us – that race and chase after frisbees, internships, and the future. They are in a rush to grow up into all that the world has to offer. They run hard at it with no sense yet of the smallness of our stories against the grandness of what God has planned.
Nothing but the steady, determined passing of time can reveal how what we planned compared to what He had in minnd.
Until moments like tonight. And every end of summer picnic we host on the mall.