My life defied every formula from the moment of my conception. I was born to forty-something parents back in the day when forty-somethings did NOT have babies. I spent the first decade of my life politely correcting those who asked a question about my “grandparents.”

I find it fascinating how different today is from the world of just a few years ago. {I’m thirty-seven and like to think of myself as still young, thank you.} Today, forty-somethings not only have babies, but they wait until then to even begin having babies. Today, forty somethings have kids in high school and kids in diapers with kids in between or no kids in between…and no one finds any of it odd.

Back when I showed up, life ran by formulas and rules. Not only did you not have babies in your forties, but you got a job right out of school and stayed there until you retired. You bought or built a house and stayed in it until you were too old to take care of it anymore. You went to church every time the doors were open and saved up all year for one week family vacation in the summer. You didn’t talk about the bad stuff that happened – you just called it dirty laundry and pushed it under a rug which you then pushed under a bed in a room with a lock on the door. You didn’t admit defeat or confess indiscretion or talk about loss.

Because my parents came from the generation of formulas, they take deep breaths when I live against the grain of such prescriptions. When I quit my stable job of eleven years to become a commuter. When I quit my commuter job to stay home and be a wife. When I became a wife after being in a relationship only four months. When I chose to get married eleven hundred miles from home three weeks before Christmas. When my husband and I put our house on the market without a clear vision of where we would even go next. When I blog the stories of our life – and sometimes the stories are messy.

It makes them nervous…this lifestyle that seems impulsive. But for us, it’s not impulse. It’s faith.

It’s a faith that says I love my job, but I believe You’re calling me to something greater even though it looks like less. It’s a faith that says I will offer this house up and if YOU sell it, I will move where You ask, and if You don’t, I trust that You want me to stay. It’s a faith that says This season of my life is messy and embarrassing, but if You can use it to encourage another, I’ll share it.

Faith doesn’t follow a formula. Life isn’t neat and tidy and predictable. We’re a new generation, called to such a time as this: a time of being ready to answer His call, whatever it might look like and wherever it might take us.


bekah headshotBekah Shaffer is a wife, writer, blogger, and lover of life and creativity. God has redeemed and restored the life that felt broken and useless, and she loves to share pieces of her story so others can find hope in what God has done. She’s married to Ryan, her answer to many years of prayers, and she loves to scrapbook, make memories, cook, write, and point others toward the Lord!
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