On Saturday I was having one of those days it feels like our differences outweigh our commonalities. It was spurred by a few conversations about what’s next for us. A year from now, we’ll have some big decisions to make about where to live—whether to rent or buy, whether to stay in the Bay area or leave. From there, I skipped in my head to how different we are—my old standby when I get frustrated.
Then this husband of mine got my semi-introverted, quiet-craving soul out of the house at 8 p.m. and to an Ellie Goulding concert in San Francisco.
We goofed off all night, attempting Ellie’s dance moves, yelling like groupies (WELCOME HOME, ELLIE!), even taking selfies in front of the tour buses. It was such a departure from our regular life (not to mention a departure from our regular personalities!) that even in the middle of the floor, it felt like it was just the two of us.
And I was reminded that while I often am turning over in my mind God’s design in putting very different people together, there is something pretty magical to it. I may sometimes wish for an easier ride, but God had a plan that was bigger than me and my comfort zones. Bigger than my need for a quiet night at home.
Bigger than even an Ellie Goulding concert with thousands of screaming fans.