Today I’m taking a trip down memory lane to 30 years ago when my parents celebrated their 25th wedding anniversary, little did I know then that I’d be celebrating my 25th wedding anniversary next month on my own. Well, not really on my own, with just my children. Actually, if you’d told me 30 years ago that I’d ever get married I’d have laughed at you. It wasn’t my plan, I planned to go to university, get my degree, get a job. That’s it. Instead I went to university, got married, had a baby, got my degree, and had two more babies. God’s plans certainly don’t match ours, they are so much bigger, and better, and sometimes more scary that we can ever imagine for ourselves. I have very few regrets over the last 25 years. I do think that I should have insisted that my husband left to get his issues sorted out far earlier than I did but I can also see that God wants to use that experience for good for other people. Or, at least, I assume that is why I am being lead to do the Christian Counselling course. I regret the hurt that our children have suffered over the years, hurt from a parent who should have been protecting them, but as my oldest son reminded me a couple of months ago all these experiences have worked together to make him who he is and put him in the place he is. I don’t think I’d have been that mature at 19 but I guess since my childhood demons are different from his it’s impossible to say.