When I was young I thought I knew exactly how I wanted my life to be. I dreamed and planned and prepared the best way I knew how.
Not that all of it was for nothing. It wasn’t. Plans are good. We should know where we’re going and how we’re going to get there.
But all the planning in the world can’t prepare you for the wonderfully wild life of love and grace and faith and hope.
In response to the Weekly Photo Challenge Bridge.