So today we took our kids to the river park to spend some time talking about their fears and their needs in our move. Doug and I have been praying all week about when to move and how to move. We know we are moving – and that the Lord has opened doors and directed us TO move, but we’re praying on the how.
My neighbor and friend reminded me that we need to seek God on the how, not just the what, when I talked to her on Monday. That advice has been with me all week.
A colleague at work reminded me about Moses and God and their conversation (can you really imagine?). God asked Moses “what do you hold in your hand?” And then He asked him to use that common instrument to accomplish leading a massive people out of a strong and vast land. The “how” was important, but the “how” was also right there – very simple – and already in Moses’ hand.
So, along the “how” lines, we talked to our kids about the specifics that give them pause or make them nervous in the quiet hours.
The one who rarely seems to be looking past his oh so creative nose fessed up that he was fearful of what our new friends would think if we pop in there and build a house on a lot in a subdivision that we purchased (long story for another time), but it was honestly humbling to realize that he was thinking so far outside of himself that he never said “me” the whole time.
The one who struggles to voice fears because she is so strong and brave all the time came clean in just that sort of a way…pure, clean, vulnerable. Her tears come briefly and far between, but they appeared on the horizon today, and she was brave.
And, the one who can make any 30 minute endeavor into a ten second flash actually pondered…thoughtfully…and had a whole lot to say.
Humbled. Doug and I have been praying all week – for them, for us, for direction, for wisdom, for protection, for grace.
God did exceedingly, abundantly, beyond all that we could ask, think, or imagine today.
Thank you, Lord, for kids. They humble me, even in their proudest moments.