Seven Years

Ryan attended a class after work last night, which left me with a free evening to accomplish the chores I did not get done the night before that {on account of my meltdown over the house debacle}. I cooked a big dinner, so we could have leftovers for a few days, decorated the fireplace for October {you know, a few days late}, did some cleaning, and fought with Braeya, who insisted upon sitting on my lap while I tried to type. Normally she does this to Ryan, so I'm not used to it. I guess I was her consolation prize last night.

Just for kicks and giggles, I decided to peruse through the blog archives to see what was going on seven years ago. I figure seven is the perfect number, so I was curious to see how life had changed in seven {im}perfect years.Thought I'd give you a peek into the Bekah transformation.

* I was still working at IWU back then, and I had just joined the wellness program. I'd wanted to do it before, but they required a physical to join and I didn't want to go to the doctor. {Okay, some things never change.}

* I was "hitting the floor" in prayer, according to one blog post. {Okay, maybe NOTHING has changed in the last seven years.} But I did find it interesting that my prayers then were about asking God if I was making the best use of the territory He had given me at that time - before I prayed to be given more. Not that there was anything wrong or insignificant about the territory I had then, but to look back and see how God allowed me more territory through writing a book and through transitioning to work at the station makes me so thankful I spent time hitting the floor. And maybe I'll be able {in seven years} to look back and be thankful for these floor-hitting days of prayer.

* I got myself into THE craziest scrapes. {I'm convinced. Nothing changes.} But I cracked UP reliving this night. Check it out! {In which Bekah is hit on by a potentially drunk and/or high old man.}

* According to the blog, our town had just received word that we would be welcoming a Meijer into  our midst, bringing great hope to those of us who couldn't take it at Wal-Mart anymore. I'm happy to report that we DO have our Meijer now and it has revolutionized my shopping experiences.

* In that season, I was remaking my own baby book. {Did that in an attempt to have something in scrapbooking-common with all my friends who were having babies. I did a throwback page to my first bath. Big fan of cleanliness. 

* My sweet baby boy was still alive. I miss him.

Seems like a lifetime ago. Really was if you go back to that bath picture! A whole different life. A good life, to be sure. A comical life, at times. But so different. And even on my quiet evening last night, I was thankful that the silence was temporary. That in just a matter of time, the door would open, and Ryan would walk in. A life I prayed for back then...but had no idea when it would come. And the changes I pray for now - even though I'm not sure what to pray for - will come in time! Thankful for that.