Pweaseee.....

Hey y'all.

Wow. What a week.

Trusting God is the theme. Brooke is leaving in 18 days. Passport is still not here. Stuff is not packed and stored and finances are grim.

Here's something I don't get. Richard says he can't send her money, you know, the support he said he would give her, but he is checking into tours so they can travel her first weekend there. Is it just me or did your head just tilt, too?

I'm feeling very helicopter ish about this all. But that's the old way. Will this be the moment where the birdie falls out of the nest and doesn't fly but hits the ground? I don't know. I guess I could imagine the worse thing possible and that's not horrific.

Her passport doesn't come, she misses her flight, she doesn't get her stuff into storage and then she's jobless. Yep, those are my thoughts.

But I'm suppose to trust God. Giving all thanks letting my requests be made. Funny thing is I don't know what He has planned for her. It's like being a two year old and the yarn is in a horrific mess. Finally, with fear, trembling and tears you hand it over with "you fix, pwease".

No one ever said to me that parenting would be easy. It wasn't and its not.

Doesn't it make you wonder what God has on his mind about his kids?

Dance on people.  Even in trembling and fear.