When I Lived in Argentina

When I Lived in Argentina

Right after Emily and I were married I won a full-ride fellowship to study in Argentina. We moved to Buenos Aires and I began working toward my Masters in International Relations at Universidad del Salvador. Much to our surprise Emily got pregnant and we had our first child, Grace, at Hospital Británico de Buenos Aires that same year.

A year later I completed the Masters and through connections at the Rotary Club I acquired a job at a think-tank in Washington D.C. We’ve lived there ever since.

With the exception of winning the fellowship to study in Argentina, none of the preceding is true. It never happened. But it could have.

There’s this branch of history called counterfactual history. Historiographers look at key turning points in history and theorize about what could have been had things gone a different direction. I often do my own version of CFH in the wee hours of the morning. My mind goes strange places – like the thoughts above. What would have happened had I taken that fellowship?

I don’t know if it’s good or bad that I do that. But it often helps remind me that no matter how I got here God has me here for a purpose. It’s all part of the big picture God is drawing with my life.

Apart from some dumb sins I have no regrets about how I’ve lived my life. Mostly because I’ve sought God at every key juncture. I think that’s the key to living a life without regrets or wondering what could have been – Seek God and obey what he asks of you. Doing that, you can be certain that wherever you end up your path will be like the light of dawn, which shines brighter and brighter until full day. (Proverbs 4:18)