We flew to Texas for the kids spring break in hopes of miracles happening I guess. In hopes of finding the perfect house, on the perfect street, next to the perfect neighbors- where all the happy people live! Or something pretty close to that! What I did get was three trips to the walk-in clinic, two black eyes on the same eye for my little guy, double ear infections with two of the kids, three very sick little ones and 160.00 worth of antibiotics at the local Kroger pharmacy. Somewhere in between my 5 year old tee-teeing on herself on the plane(due to a hold up in the bathroom) and my son blacking the same eye again a couple of days later- the emotional part of me just couldn't take it anymore. How Lord? Was all I could think, speak or imagine. To do what needs to be done. For everything to happen that needs to happen. It's official. We need a miracle. Actually, we need about ten.
I can pray. I can fast. I can praise Him. But if I do not trust- then it is all pointless. This is a spiritual symphony and there is only one conductor. I can't conduct. I don't know how. I don't have the tools, resources or the experience. I realize today as I sit and type this that He hasn't called me to conduct. He hasn't called me to orchestrate. He has called me to believe, to have faith and to trust Him in times of great adversity and in times of great blessing. My job is to lay it all down at His feet, to make a divine exchange. To put down, my own sheet music- what I want and how I think it should all be played out and pick up His. His are blank for the most part. I can read it in my minds' eye even now. Here is how it reads. "Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and lean not on your own understanding; In all your ways acknowledge Him, and He shall direct your paths."