we decided it was time for an intro here on the blog, so here goes : )
hi there, meg here.
I just had the sudden realization that introductions are trickier than I was expecting. I'll just try to start chronologically.
Born and raised on a small farm in the thumb (MI) to a first generation farmer/business owner and a medical care worker, with 3 brothers and a sister of my own, I developed a deep value of family and tribe, inherited a love for the great outdoors, earned an appreciation for the underdog/little guy, and experienced the sobering reality of the daily struggle known as this life journey. Family was our circle growing up. My dad has nine siblings, and my mom has 13 siblings. Aunts and uncles and cousins were abounding. Family gatherings never started on time and always went into wee hours of the night, sure to include a card game around the table and "remember when" stories from days gone by. Days were spent outside, splashing around down at the creek, exploring out back in the woods and climbing trees, making snow forts in the front yard, running away to grandma's house, walking down to a friends house down our straight and dusty dirt road, and letting our imaginations take us away from our reality. Life was slow and it was simple, or so it seemed. Seeing first hand the struggle of a small business owner, and living the uncertainties of small town farming, I knew two things I would never attempt; entrepreneurship and farming. Never, not ever. Risk was the very thing I lived to avoid.
In high school I just wanted my ticket out, and each aptitude test I took told me how; become some sort of care-taker or counselor or human services worker. Whatever that meant and for whatever that was worth, I knew I wanted something to get me out of the small town suffocation I had come to resent. I had no idea what was to come, and somehow my imagination seemed to have been stomped out. At age 18, I had no vision, no goals, no aspirations, no hopes, and no clue. Not a one. I couldn't tell you what I wanted to do after high school or where I could see myself in 5, 10 or 15 years. Except gone. Out of there. That's all I could dream up. So that's what I went with.
Five years after high school graduation, I had accomplished just that, but more than that. A first generation university student, I graduated with a bachelor degree of social work (BSW) which I had never planned on or aspired for (college, that is). A couple of weeks after finishing my undergrad, I decided to explore learning ASL (American Sign Language). And then, I found myself finishing a sign language interpreter training program, and becoming certified as a sign language interpreter. I've been practicing as an interpreter for four years now. I never dreamed that up, I had never planned on or aspired for it. Life is a funny journey, isn't it? Who knows what's around the next bend in the road.
While in my undergrad, actually just about the first week I was on campus, I met one weird dude. Audacious and presuming, obviously a ladies man, I knew the type. That type was not my type. Little did I know that my life would be forever changed from that very first accidental encounter, and so would his. Our paths were divinely crossed that day, and our lives were saved by grace and truth and love that day too, and every day since. Nate and I met my freshman year of college and we were engaged the year we graduated. My life has been challenged and refined and confronted and embraced and broken down and built up as a result of being made one with him. Again, I never planned on him or aspired for marriage. But God did.
Alas, this introduction is beginning to get lengthy, and off track. More on our marriage journey together later. Until then,