Now that school is underway, I am thinking about our upcoming trip to Nebraska – paperwork, insurance preauthorization, travel plans, and what on earth I am going to do to keep life humming along for the rest of the family while we’re gone. Russ has booked flights for the three of us, rented a car, and arranged a hotel room for our first night in Nebraska. Today I had a great conversation with a new friend who has invited us to stay at her home. I am continually amazed by the Body of Christ.
While at camp last weekend, Russ and I attended a parent group focused on attachment. As the time came to an end, the facilitator suggested we go around the circle sharing our greatest hope for the child we are most concerned about. He turned to me and said, “The Qualls can go first, unless you need some time to think about it.” “No, we don’t need time, we know exactly our greatest hope,” I answered. I began to share our plan to travel with Dimples to Nebraska and, without a bit of warning, tears welled up and I began to cry. It was as much of a surprise to me as it was to the group. I hid my face on Russ’ shoulder and he took over talking.
Once I collected myself I shared that we have so much hope tied up in this – so much hope that it hurts. We believe that God has led us to this plan, and we are fully committed to it. We’re also keenly aware that God’s ways are not our ways and that He doesn’t always answer our prayers in the way we hope. Yet, we trust Him.
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