God’s timing and path is always perfect but sometimes it is difficult to remember that He is writing a story in each of our lives.
A friend recently shared tears because they are moving again and her oldest, about the same age as my second, is really struggling. My heart was breaking for her and her kiddos and I began to wonder, no more like worry, how all our family changes are affecting each of my children.
I tend to worry, and over think, so the best thing for me is to pray, all day, through the day and get my mind off of figuring it out myself. So continually during that busy day of school, farm chores, meat deliveries, and after school activities I lifted each of my kiddos up in prayer. Thanking Jesus for the story He is writing in in their lives, and thanking Him for drawing them closer to Him. I kept forcing myself not to worry that all of our moves, and our hard lifestyle was robbing them of friendships and experiences and forced myself to trust.