It was never the plan to move forty-seven times after I left home, traveling from coast to coast and back again in an old Ford van named Hamlet that carried everything we owned, including a Siamese cat. We were pursuing careers in the theatre, Justin, my ex, and I.
After four years of marriage, without a penny to our names, our son Charlie came along and made his début with us at the age of two (on the same stage he later performed and met the woman he married) because we couldn’t afford a babysitter. We settled in Chapel Hill, North Carolina when he started kindergarten.
Then, with sixteen years of marriage behind us, mountains of highs and lows and a lot of drama not on the stage, we divorced. That wasn’t the plan.
After five years of rebuilding my life, self-esteem and bank account, I re-met my big brother’s best friend from high school. Todd and I fell in love, eloped on Pawley’s Island and eventually bought the house he hung out at in high school–the one I grew up in.
My son and his wife had a small, stunning wedding in the Mountains of West Virginia and here we all are: Charlie with his bride and her family, and Todd, Justin, Charlie’s friend J.D. and me representing his.
It’s taken me a while to figure out what this blog is about. It began as a memoir of sorts as I was writing my dad’s stories, but when I lost the courage to tell my story, I started recording my daily observations and reflections on faith which is the thread that’s beginning to tie this all together. Right, God’s plan, not mine.
I like cooking, sharing a good bottle of wine with Todd and friends, think popcorn is a perfect food and am CEO of a nonprofit arts organization in Milwaukee, Wisconsin called Danceworks, Inc.
After twenty-five years away from my hometown, it was great to move back when Todd and I got married and be near my family again. My mom had cancer and the time together was really precious. She passed away in 2011 and my dad in 2016, but not before I wrote down his stories about life and faith which eventually became my book Conversations with Dad.
A teacher once told me that what is not remembered in love is forgotten. I discovered God uses our fears and failures for good. We are able to look in wonder at this exquisite patchwork quilt called life that only He could create out of our fragmented and tattered lives. My disappointments and hearbreaks are less recognizable in His artwork as love threads it all together. I wanted to be an actress but He has given me so much more than I could have ever hoped for or imagined.
So after decades of God’s work, I wrap His quilt around me and feel its warmth. As I glance over it to take in the beauty of its colors and textures, my memories wash over me and begin to flow through me with a new sense of freedom. If I can find the courage, maybe it’s freedom gained to help free another.
Safe inside the quilt of God’s Love, I realize things may not have gone according to my plan. But eventually, as I surrendered, they began to go according to God’s. I keep rediscovering that He works for the good of those who love Him, who have been called according to his purpose*. If he can make my mess into something good, He can do it for you, if He hasn’t already.
You turned my wailing into dancing; you removed my sackcloth and clothed me with joy, that my heart may sing to you and not be silent.*
*Romans 8:28, Psalm 30:11