I was also reminded that He always has my back. I couldn't pick my kids up, today. The wonderful people at school loved on my kids for 10 hours instead of 8. They were happy. My sweet friend gave my kids money for after school snacks. My sweet husband changed his schedule to pick them up and make mac and cheese. I got to serve another and that was a priviledge. Tomorrow I will likely get to do it again.
I think in my dailiness I get this feeling of control. I put the laundry in these little piles and the dishes in the dishwasher and I bring snacks to my kids when I pick them up. I feel all happy and in control. I'm not. Right now, I am stepping over clothes and about to put my dirty dish on the top of the pile of dirty dishes and sleep a next to my husband. And I feel like I am right where I need to be in the hands of my Heavenly Father trusting that He will parent when I can't and that He will hear my prayers. I didn't get to do dinner and hear about Grayson's field trip today. I didn't even see Lillian wake tonight, but someone else did and that was good. I am often more aware of God's love for me and mine in chaos than in order. I will hopefully sleep a good sleep tonight knowing that God is caring for my family all the time even when I am caring for someone else's. That is a good place to be. The parenting gig isn't 18 years then a launch to freedom at graduation. It is a million little launches of them trusting that they will be provided for when you aren't there. I will not always be there, but God who loves them way, way more than me will be and He will write their perfect story in ways that I would not. It will be a better story.