I was thinking today that sometimes it seems like every miraculous thing that’s happened to us happens on the fringes of our lives.
Maybe that’s not true.
Maybe it’s not every thing….but maybe it’s a lot of the fantastic?
Maybe it’s the things that we live in that are hard…or random…or hard to explain….that make up the really good and memorable things that happen to us?
I heard someone say that adventure is what happens when your plans fall apart.
We’ve had some big plans….and we’ve had some adventures, too.
I don’t want to live only for the fringes.
I’m glad for the adventure, though.