Since moving to Ohio, almost nothing has gone according to my plan.
It’s been frustrating. It’s been humbling. It’s been worth celebrating.
This has been my constant prayer: Dear God, I’ve tried my best, but if today I lose my hope, please tell me that Your plans are bigger than my dreams.
One year ago, my dreams were to publish a cookbook. To work from home. To be a freelance writer…and to never be a teacher again.
But, God had other plans for me.
(I think this the best transition to ever exist…even though it hardly ever seems so right in the moment.)
And I can’t wait to see what comes next. Because right now is so, so good. Because I’m so, so blessed.
But the (hard) truth is this: I don’t know if it involves food or recipes or this place. I’ve been floundering here lately. I want to be here with my full heart…and I just haven’t been.
Writing this feels a little like a break-up…and I don’t want it to be that. I just want to tell you, I don’t know where this place is going. But I’m praying about it, and fighting hard to live a life where that’s always enough.
I hope you understand. I hope you’ll peek in from time to time. I don’t know what will be here, but I hope it will make you smile and bake and believe.
PS: Thank you all for your prayers and love. I think my awkward disappointment over feeling less inspired here lately overshadowed everything else. I’m confident and so happy that my purpose is in education, and love the job I’m working outside of this place!