15 days till “Jodi Collicott” ceases to exist.

Sometimes I get a little nostalgic, and a little sad to see the name I’ve always known go. Its not that I’m sad about marrying the most amazing man in the universe, but I’m a sentimental person.

For example, I was just telling this amazing man that when I was 9 years old, I remember standing by my window, looking out through the dusty glass up at the moon on the night of October 22 and saying to myself, “This is the last day of my life that I will be single digits. I’ll never be single digits again…”

And I’ve been told that when I was 5 years old, and had just started kindergarten, I came home one day and said something to my mom like, “So mom, how does it feel now that all of your kids are in school?”

So you see, I really have no hope in these things.

Seriously, though, I’m learning to know and trust that God has me exactly where He desires me to be at this moment. He is working all things together for my good. And not for what I think is “good,” but for my true good. For growing to be more aligned with God’s heart and Will. It’s painful sometimes, but good. (Don’t get me wrong, I’m not relating marrying Tyler to painful growth)

After all, the Lord cares about every detail of our lives (Psalm 37), and I believe it.

Even that time that I wanted to buy a dress when I was in 7th grade, and it was on sale, but they didn’t have my size, and I said to my mom matter-of-factly, “I guess that God didn’t want me to get that dress.”

I’m a feeler. What can I say.