It is funny how things change over time. I remember when just two short years ago, I had to take my son to the "neutral meeting spot" to drop him off, hand him over if you will, to his father. That day was a very somber day. I cried every day leading up to that day for at least a week and I cried every day after that day for probably six months. When I dropped him off, he looked like such a little fellow. Barely to my chin, he was still small. His face was so boyish. I remember wondering how I would live another day. I remember wanting to just melt away. I had spent his whole life making sure this would not happen. And here it was, happening... I was a wreck. God had a plan for me. You see I was not surrendering my whole life to HIM. I would hand over little pieces, then take it all back... God was going to use this tremendous hurt to bring me to my knees. Fast forward two years... I am still on my knees. My son has out grown me by at least six inches, and where once he had a baby face there is now the features of a young man.
What is the difference?? The difference is that today I am on my knees willingly - asking HIM to be in control of it all. I am there grateful to have such a good GOD that I can come to HIM and lay my son at the alter. I can say "OK GOD Your will be done." And though I may not get what I have been praying for - for such a long time - I know that HE will give me what HE needs me to have. I have learned that it is not just in the hard times that HE calls us to turn to him, it is in the everyday! So every day I turn my family, my job, my life over to GOD and just as he reminds me occasionally that HE has this... and each day it seems that he sends me a little GOD BREEZE so that I know HE is steadfastly in control... Maybe someday I will get to make that drive back to the "neutral meeting spot" to pick up my son and bring him home for good - but until that day I will just keep praising HIS name and giving HIM all the glory... it has never been anyone's but HIS from the very first day...
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