More than a dream

Have you ever looked at life and thought "Whoa! How did I get here?"
I seem to be doing that a lot lately. Looking back at all the dreams and expectations I had for my life, and comparing and contrasting to the reality that I have become. Some of you reading this have known me since I was making those dreams and expectations and I suppose you might be surprised at where I am now, or you always assumed I would be exactly where I am. Whatever the case, I am surprised.
I never set out to be a bank teller. In the 7th grade Mrs. Price made us take a career assessment and she insisted that I put down banker as one of my possibilities. I informed her she was crazy and that there would be no way in very hot places that I would ever become a banker. I always dreamed of being a singer or an actress or if I must be normal I was going to teach. Out of sheer nicety no one ever informed me that I had no business singing out of church, I didn't have the face for acting and I suppose no one knew that I would grow up to only like small children in smaller doses. Even in more recent history, I thought I would live in Asheville until they stuck me in the ground. Of course here I sit in my hometown in South Carolina, the one place I was convinced I would never go. It is shocking to me I am here, I am the woman I am and yet I am content beyond measure. Sometimes the job makes me crazy, I want to strangle some of my lifelong friends, and I am enveloped in the insanity called family, but I am thrilled to be living this life. This life I didn't have the good sense to dream for or expect and yet God said "Here, my stupid little lamb, I brought you here in spite of yourself." God is good all the time and yes, all the time God is good. Here's to life being more than you can ever dream. Simplicity is everything, and the small moments make the big life.