Remembering The Journey.

As i was driving home from the mall tonight my mind wandered back to the past 2 years. The struggles, the pain, the heartache, the growth, the Love, the direction. It is so easy to see now that God not only never left me, but he held my hand the whole way and often when i became tired or discouraged carried me for miles. I remember how poor i was when i first moved here both in sprirt and finanaces. God radically changed my life the fall after i moved here when he saved me. October 15th 2009 my life truly began. I will be 2 years old this fall and i cannot wait to celebreate! So, i am learning that we need to keep our eyes on the prize, but not become so enamored by the end that we lose sight of the Journey. This journey of the last 2 years has been shaping me, growing me, sometimes in very painful ways. Sometimes pain is the only teacher we listen to. It is interesting though. I was thinking of how these last 2 years were the most painful years of my life and most definintely the most difficult, but somehow they also been the most incredible. Seems impossible. How can pain be equated with joy? Maybe there aren't so impossible to coincide together as we thought. maybe we need both to experience them both fully. Interesting thoughts.