It is the blessing of the Lord that makes rich,
and He adds no sorrow to it.
I've had an incredible peace lately. Same old stress, same old issues to deal with. I just feel that this is the year that God will show me he handles it all and (the most important part) that I will let Him! So often we make our lives that much harder by struggling against Him and what we know to be true. It's like swimming against the current and then being surprised that it took you five times longer to cover the same distance you would have easily covered if you just worked with what was around you, instead of against it. Unfortunately that means I still have to make the decisions about what to do for the 8yo for school next year (continue where he is, or move him- not sure the pressure of a full time gifted program does him any good) and where to send the 5yo for Kindergarten (would love to send him to the Catholic school he goes to PreK at, but $6K a year for Kindergarten????!!). But I just feel like it's in His hands- no matter what, He's got my back.
Hoopdad and I lately have felt that from day one of our move here to FL (when the now 5yo walked over the edge into the pool) things have been going wrong left and right. Some heartaches have been bigger, some smaller, definitely feel like there's more stress and frustration. Part of that's what comes with having kids that aren't all little any longer. Part of that comes from just being so far from those we've loved our whole lives. It's not all bad, I don't want to make it seem like that. There are lots of good things too- he is reading the Bible now, which is good. I'm not a "Bible thumper" someone who feels like they live closer to God than others. Far from it. I just think that often we are given the knowledge of God as children, we're brought to Him, and then as we become adults we sort of forget all we were told. He becomes yet another person you take for granted- the family member you see on holidays but don't really know. So when we, as adults, recognize that there's this relationship we've ignored for a while it's a good thing.
Speaking of family, another good thing about being here is we both know how much of a gift it is to have family close by. I'll take 'em, nuts and all! I so miss just seeing my family on a weekday just because.
What else... well, I've found it easier to just talk with God. Not just the "Oh God, please let this work out" kind of talk. Give give give. I need, want, would like. That's what prayer can easily become. Really, He would rather here "I'm hurting", "help me to serve you" and "thank you" more often. Sometimes my own kids can feel like they just want to take and take from me and it's never enough and instead of finding out how to work with me to get something they need or want, they just expect me to give it to them or do it for them. Wow, how often do we do that with God?!
There are lots of good things about our journey here. I've always thought, and I've had friends tell me they believed so too, that this job down here fell into our lap for a reason. The move just "worked out", so it had to have been where we were meant to be.
But, if God's blessing has no sorrow added to it, maybe all the pain and grief and constant uphill battles we've been feeling are an indication that maybe this job and move wasn't God's blessing. Sometimes, the things that come to you are not what God wanted for you, but He uses them to give you lessons. He uses them to bring us closer to Him.
Where that all leaves me I have no idea. I'm just trying to stay within that peaceful feeling.









