I’m packing a small suitcase full of sweatshirts and other warmies appropriate for cold days at the California coast. My youngest daughter and I are overdue for some get-away time and somehow the roar of the Pacific Ocean has an uncanny way of calming the roar inside of me. And if that weren’t enough, my sure-fire antidote for the day-to-day grind is Megan.
She is truly one of my favorite people in the whole world. It makes me happy to know that she is not only my daughter, but my friend. She energizes me and challenges me. She makes me slap my hand over my mouth in shock sometimes. I think of her as a wild stallion while at the same time so sensible; so down-to-earth.
It became apparent to me early on that I would out-live Jessica and I decided not to have any more children. I had determined that I just wasn’t that nurturing. Well, as He often does, God had another plan. Jeremiah 29:11 in the NIV says, “For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you a hope and a future.” Enter Megan. She was my immediate good future and gave me hope, and I can’t imagine my life without her. God is good, all the time.