The road that we have travelled to get to where we are has been a rough, rocky, blessed, happy and sad road.
And this past week we spent a week at the cottage.
Here's the road headed from our cottage to the beach.
I've walked that road a pile.
I can remember going up as a young adult, wondering if I would ever have someone to share this special place with, someone to hold hands with as we walked down the road.
I can remember walking it with that special someone, in the dead of winter, for the first time, thinking that my heart might explode from love and joy.
I can remember walking back up that road after loosing our first baby to a miscariage while we were on holidays. Tears streaming down my face as I tredged back to the cottage after some time in the hospital.
I can remember walking down that road wondering if we'd ever have a child, wondering if God really did know what He was doing in making us wait, and wondering if I'd ever have the joy of being a mom in this special place, a second home really.
And now this year. This picture is my husband, pushing my son down the road.
I stopped for a minute to take a picture, tears stinging my eyes as I marvelled at the grace of God.
I know now that I shouldn't have doubted Him ever, but isn't that the way of it? Looking back over the years, 30 of them spent in this very place, I know that God is good. All the time. In the hard, in the joy, in the fulfillment of it all, God is there. He made a way for my life to play out this way, the exact way that He wanted it to. And today, and that day as I walked down the road, I'm praising Him!