perfect timing?

When I go to California in 2 weeks I get the opportunity to tell my story. I have 45 minutes to talk and explain my hearing loss, my decision to get implants, and how the implants have affected my life.
It is funny, because I remember the year after I lost my hearing and survived the evil administration at school... I decided that God wanted me to talk about my faith and my experience. Do you get the irony of that? I decided God wanted me to do something... hmmmm.... sounds like I wanted to go with my timing not His. I suppose if I hadn't gotten busy with another school year and then the fun of being on a television show, well... that I didn't pursue that dream of MINE. Then the following summer I had Mimi, and last summer I got my implant.
I have often thought about getting my story down in words. I have thought about sharing my experiences of faith through this tough time, but in the end I don't. I still feel that tugging to do it, and I suppose the blog (though intended to share my journey of my implants) has turned into so much more for me, is a decent way to start. At any rate, here I am... going on a trip to California in 2 weeks and I didn't have to seek the opportunity out, it was presented to me and I suspect it is perfect timing.
So... where do I start? When does my story begin? When I picked up my Aunt Josie's banged up flute and started to play and learn about music? Does it start that fateful day 4 years ago when I lost my hearing and life forever changed?
How do I explain to someone the difference between one implant and two? How can I capture the right words to express the excitement and hesitation of feeling independent again? Geez... guess I have my work cut out for me!
In other matters... Addison is doing great. He doesn't complain, what a champ.
Adam is still searching for a job. We were both down in the dumps yesterday. I am pretty sure he just feels sad. Sad about losing his job he loved, sad about not knowing how he will provide his share for our family. Me, sometimes I get to the point where I think... can I really withstand another personal ordeal? Like, we all get our shares in a lifetime and I feel I have met my quota in 4 years, so let's move onto someone else. Nonetheless, it will work out and I know that I prayed and cried and went through a plethora of emotions the last 3 years, and although I don't always like the timing or the way my prayers have been answered, they are answered.