Broken

“Hanging on another day just to see what you will throw my way and I’m hanging onto the words you say. You said that I will be ok… I may have lost my way now, haven’t forgotten my way home.” – Lifehouse

Everyone figures out pretty early in life that things don’t always go according to plan. We don’t always get what we requested on our Christmas list, sometimes we have to sit in the middle, and even though we are sure that we are ready for the responsibility we might have to wait longer than we would like to get married or have kids. Whatever the disappointment life seems to dish out we still continue to make requests for the present and plans for the future, most of which often end up out of our control.
My husband and I are going through the process to get him into medical school. It requires a lot of schooling, extracurricular activities, service, dedication and time. Josh has done everything his councilors and advisors have told him to do. He has followed a number of different doctors, taken the MCAT, done mock interviews and prepared in every way to be ready for this experience. Yet it seems each time we take one step forward we get thrown back at least two steps. Each time this happens we re-evaluate the “plan” and still feel like we should head down this road. We know that we are doing what is right and headed where we are supposed to be but countless times we have felt like giving up and throwing away our best laid plans. We are quickly learning that this process can leave someone broken and hollow if they aren’t careful. Luckily we have the support of each other and the support of our Heavenly Father to get us through and help us find the best way to get to our destination. He is the one that can pick up the broken pieces along the way, give us purpose, hope and meaning, and keep us from falling apart.