Yesterday when my son told his three-year-old son that their new baby was
going to be a girl, my grandson broke out in tears. He wanted a brother,
not another sister. But after talking through the situation with his dad, my grandson is now
happy that he will have two little sisters to love and protect.
When my son first told me of this I laughed. It was cute,
but the more I’ve thought about it the more I realize that I’ve cried about a
lot of situations in my life that later turn out to be not only right, but the
very best, right thing for me. As a matter of fact, some of the times when I thought God
had forgotten all about me have turned out, down the road a few years, to be actual
answers to my prayers.
This has taught me to trust more. God knows where I am
supposed to be doing better than I do, and if I relax and trust in Him, I’ll get
there a lot faster and with a great deal less pain and vexation.
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