“Measure twice, cut once,” they say.

That philosophy has simply never stuck with me—just one of the reasons why I would not make a very good carpenter. Or surgeon. Or pharmacist.

I lack precision, I love to estimate, and yes Mom, I can be a tad on the scatterbrained side.

Surely you all agree that you wouldn’t want me to be the brain behind the knife, then.

Or the one doling out potentially deadly combinations of medications.

Or building your cabinets. (Somehow that last one just doesn’t have the zing of the other two…)

Plotting one’s direction in life isn’t easy. It seems ridiculous that by the ripe old age of 18, when all you really care about is finding a prom dress and having cute senior pictures made, you are expected to know beyond a shadow of a doubt what chore you will want to spend the next 50 years of your life doing.

Yet decide I did, and now here I am, for better or for worse.

We humans are such diverse creatures. We arrive with unique goals, talents and shortcomings, and we fill equally diverse roles here on Earth.

I can’t help but marvel at God’s design, beautifully organic yet painstakingly precise—and bigger than life.

(For if it was me creating the earth and crafting hearts, I would have messed up my measurements, gotten frustrated and abandoned the project.)

"Now may the Lord direct your hearts into the love of God and into the patience of Christ."
2 Thesalonians 3:5