I took a selfie in the bathroom. I never do that except on the rarest of occasions. But this place felt almost sacred. This airport bathroom in the Halifax Stanfield Airport has held us coming and going during a season of our lives that held big dreams and hopes and heavy heartbreak. Sending my husband off with a wish and a prayer to an orchestral audition, arriving in Nova Scotia with two tiny girls and the wind of adventure and fresh starts in our sails. Waiting for Jared with a very pregnant belly of a redemption baby.
Sometimes places are just places. Locations on the map, blink and you miss them. But others are ingrained deeply in my soul. Places, people, circumstances that shaped me, made and showed me a a great, big, beautiful world.
We moved from the East Coast back to Alberta five years ago. Those little girls aren't tiny anymore, that rainbow baby is a rambunctious joy-filled boy of eight. I've been changed again by the people around me and the place where we live. I've experienced dark nights of my soul.
Taking a bathroom selfie isn't just an eyeroll inducing action of a millenial. This time, for me, it's an Ebenezer. Look, thus far the Lord has led. Look back, see His faithfulness. Look ahead, He is trustworthy.
The Jellybean Row
20 minutes in the airport to remember and blow kisses to all my NS people
Cape Spear, as far East as one can go
Toes in the Atlantic
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