It wasn’t pretty.
One day last week, I woke up to an unsightly rash around my mouth and extending down my neck.
Freakish is an adjective that comes to mind.
Let’s just say that Cover Girl had her work cut out for her.
The internal turmoil I’d been experiencing the past few weeks had finally bubbled to the surface – on display for the whole world to see.
In a previous post, I had mentioned that I am going through an especially tough parenting season.
Quite frankly, I never thought raising children would be this hard. This gutwrenching. This completely emotionally draining and excruciating.
I just assumed they'd grow up to be perfect like me.
My kids are too old for me to have complete control over their choices. And it’s a terrible feeling to know you’re about to witness a train wreck, but know you’re somewhat powerless to stop it.
What I’ve begun to consider is that maybe God is in the train wreck. Maybe those “disasters” are what God will use to draw them closer to Him and shape their destiny.
Yesterday at my Esther Bible Study, author Beth Moore said something that seemed to reinforce this: “It will often be crisis that God uses to point us in His direction.”
I want to stop the train wreck. God wants to bring something beautiful out of the rubble.
Which means I have to let go and trust Him to do His work.
Even when viewing it in progress isn’t always pretty.