Bad news = peace?

We got some news the other day about our case regarding our sibling set of 3. It is unexpected and not in the best interest of the children, in my opinion. The strangest thing about it though is that the Lord has filled me with peace ever since. Many times, when I would stew on the possibility of this happening over the past 15 months, I was filled with anxiety and worry. Now that I am almost face to face with my greatest fear regarding this case, the Lord has given me peace and faith that He knows best. So now, I have learned that when He says, "Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself..." He is saying that He will provide me with the peace and strength I will need on THAT day if it should come. If I worry about it beforehand, I am only showing Him my lack of faith, which is insulting to Him.

I am focusing on enjoying every day and trying not to mourn them while they are still here. Nothing is final yet and I am confident that God will prevail and be glorified in the lives of these children, I just don't know if it will include me watching them grow up. Please pray and intercede for these children with me on Monday when we have court. He loves them so much and I know He is going to do great things in their life!

"Consider it pure joy, my brothers and sisters, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith produces perseverance." James 1:2-3





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