What is it about believing in the wonderful that often feels improbable? Five years ago we moved into the farmhouse. That was a big deal. I thought, “Why me, of all people? This feels too good to be true. This feels like a Hallmark movie.” In less than three weeks, Eric and I are leaving for England. So, here I am again, looking at my life and thinking, “Of all people and of all places. How can this be?”

When I think of how to possibly answer that question, I have decided to look at how God has been preparing me to enjoy this trip. One of the ways he has prepared me is by the books I’ve enjoyed. When I look at the books that I’ve been reading the last few years, they all take place in England. Not every single book I’ve read, but most of them. The ones I really enjoyed, the ones that made an impact, that created more interest, more desire. They led me to other books and other authors, like a trail with endless forks.

All of these books take place near London, Oxford or Yorkshire. These are actual places that Eric and I will get to visit! “How can this be?” I’m blown away, just thinking about it. Actually, I’m brought to tears, amazed. When I consider the kind of year I’ve had I can’t believe it all happened in one year. I can’t believe any one of these things happened in my lifetime.

Mary, the mother of Jesus, treasured things in her heart. I think I know what it means to treasure these things, but I don’t know what it is to keep them in my heart. I feel them more when I talk about them. I experience them over and over again when I get to share what God has done.

I used to struggle with the way we shared things on social media. Sometimes it felt like we were showing off our wealth. Our prizes, our treasures, our temporary dwellings, things that moth and rust destroy and thieves break in and steal. I didn’t know how to share the mighty works of God. But that’s what’s happening. That’s what keeps happening! I don’t want to be like the Israelites who, after crossing the Jordan River and carrying the 12 stones that were meant to remind them to tell their children, so that when their children asked them what those stones were for, they would remember the works of the Lord. I don’t want to be like them and forget, for an entire generation to go by without knowing God. I want to remember and I want to tell about the mighty works of the LORD, because truly, he has done great things for me.

So, if you like to believe in the wonderful but struggle to believe it’s probable, you’re in the right place. Welcome to the wonderful, true stories of God in the life of an ordinary woman who married an ordinary man and had three beautifully ordinary children who have inherited the amazing stories of God, the Author of our faith.