Becoming.

I have tried for some time to figure out what to do with my face. Not thinking tattoos, or metal bits sticking through and in, but rather, I'm speaking about hair. I wore a goatee for a long time -- from the summer Kristyn was born, until after Brady. I shaped it up one August day, and it stuck for a long time. I then flirted with the 'soul patch', tried out the full beard, went naked face for some time, and recently went back to the soul patch. Unfortuantely for me, I inherited the "lack of" gene when it comes to facial hair. It comes in spotty, not thick enough for a full beard or anything of the sort. As of this weekend, I'm back in between face hair expression, trying to figure out if I want to go back to something, or anything at all. It is hard sometimes to see what fits you well, especially as life moves and you grow up and such.

This is mirrored in my life. I have had seasons of feeling like I have dialed in who I am, I get comfortable, and about that time God flips a switch, something changes (turning 30, starting seminary, having kids...) and then you go through a season of trying new things out and new things on, becoming more of who God has you hardwired up to be in the first place. I am amazed at how much I have been both shaped and deconstructed by the process of schooling, and in the midst of it all I feel like I am becoming more and more of who I am. I see my kids, some of your kids, starting to figure out who they are; I find it fascinating that even as parents and grown ups, we are still in the same process. So long as God is doing the shaping, I figure we are in a good place.