Who knew when I posted my last blog writing, closing the month of September that life would change course unexpectedly once again. As we began October I was settling into my home, completing projects that I'd been thinking about for a long time.
Heres my little black $10.00 table after I refinished it.
Then there's the chair I stripped three years ago. Oila'! Finally the finished product.
Hubby and I walked into the field one evening after they finished harvesting and gathered a large bag of potatoes for baking. I love the smell of a fresh dug field.
I hosted a Beth Moore event, bought material for Christmas gifts (Yay, an early start!), and sorted through art supplies - weeding out and planning for other projects. Then life interrupted my plans, as it often does.
An unexpected change in the daycare we had so carefully chosen occurred and I was needed. I packed my bags fully expecting to be home within a week. Two weeks have passed and every door remains closed. My days are filled with toddler activities now and seeing life through the eyes of wonder.
Last weekend we slipped south to see two more of our grandkids. Our granddaughter was playing in the state soccer kick-off. Although it was a chilly day, the hugs and kisses more than made up for it.
I wish I could say I have handled this change with pure grace, but that wouldn't be truthful. I've struggled with being away from home again and search for understanding. After all, I know God could move things along faster and open doors before us. But that hasn't happened.
I sat before Him this morning, praying for wisdom and understanding.
His answer was simple.
"You don't need understanding. You need to trust me, even when you don't understand."