Moving up and down California (born north, moved south for college, moved back home post-college, moved south post-marriage and two kids), I feel like I leave bits of my story every place I go and every place I leave.
San Jose is full of babyhood, childhood, high school. San Diego and parts of the OC have slices of college tucked away in them. Santa Clara and Campbell echo with both the sweet and painful memories of my single years — teaching, finishing grad school, church planting, and falling in love as my family was falling apart. Oakland and Castro Valley have all the first scenes of marriage and motherhood.
But a line from a hymn comes to mind and drowns out all the sounds of transition and struggle: Redeeming love has been my theme and shall be ’til I die.
God’s redeeming love has been the chorus of every bit of my story.
We aren’t settled yet. The narrative of OC life is just starting. I have no idea what to expect. But I have no doubt that God’s redeeming love — His ongoing gospel work in our hearts and lives, and pouring out to those around us — will continue to be the theme … to His glory.