Beginning

In the beginning, God planted a seed, a seed of a thought that was me, a seed of a thought in me that was a vow I gave my Kalamazoo Gal, a seed that became my world.   God does stuff like this. Big stuff. Unbelievable stuff. Beyond reckoning stuff. 

Like taking a girl, a new-minted woman, and giving her the impossible task of mothering to breath the Savior of the world, the creator nestled and tucked into her created creating space. 

Like my world, so her world, so her journey weighted with joy and sorrow and life. The beginning.