This week has been a whirl of activity and emotions.
Changes are happening. I think they are good. God is answering some long-prayed-for requests. In particular, my kids' father has agreed to move to Florida. It's been a tough 2 years for them, living so far away from their dad. All the logical and valid reasons in the world don't make up for the reality that they have spent day after day without a father around.
I'm glad he's moving here. I'm deeply grateful to God for answering this prayer. And I'm quite honestly struggling with this coming change. It will be wonderful for my kids; it will be hard for me.
The other night I pounded out my mixed emotions on the piano. Afterwards, when my kids were tucked in bed, I sat down with God and we talked. Mostly I talked, and He listened. Then taking my hand in His, He reminded me that He can be trusted with all this. That it's okay that I don't know what to do or how to feel. He asked me to trust Him with today and leave tomorrow to Him.
I sighed and leaned in close to Him. My heart grew still and quiet, trusting.
Find rest, O my soul, in God alone; my hope comes from him.