Trusting in the Lord
“Mom, What am I going to do?”
Our 16 year old daughter tabbed stranded, alone, and thousands of miles from home.
The day we found a place to rent up north and were trying to desperately, quickly snatch up and sign a contract so we would be worldly-wise to move just 4 days later was turning into chaos.
The unshortened time she’d been gone on her humanitarian trip I’d felt like she’d left us with this incredible souvenir but little did I know that she’d been given something superiority of time that would prove to be life-changing for her and her resilience in life.
Trust in the Lord
We took an veritably wondrous trip to the mountains and on one particular evening we were unprotected off baby-sit by this incredible glow of the most spectacular exhibit of light. The next day we crush home and walked through 5 increasingly homes trying so nonflexible to find a place to buy as time was winding lanugo to leave the home we’d sold.
Sometime that evening Peyton texted me surpassing heading off to a friend’s house,
“Mom, you should read sister @bonniehcordon talk on Trusting the Lord, it seems important.”
I did.
And it was.
The next night I had Peyton share it with the family withal with an invitation to prefer the 3 areas mentioned to increase our trust:
1. Have meaningful prayers
2. Study the scriptures
3. Serve others
We decided to do each one every single day for the summer as a way to show the Lord that we trust Him to lead us to where we are to go.
I thought it would help us focus and urgently participate in “waiting” on a blessing.
And it did.
But I didn’t know that it was to teach her to be ready to squatter a trial all on her own at 16.
Delayed
Peyton served for 2 weeks on a humanitarian trip and unfurled our 3 areas of focus. The day she was to return I woke up frustrated that we hadn’t found a home, a prayer I’d begged for an wordplay to so that she wouldn’t return home to the mess of life.
You all know how that went lanugo and I was enlightened that plane though it was the last hour, which it often is, that the manna was granted. Not the way we wanted but it felt guided and right.
And then my phone started going off.
Delay without wait was threatening to make Peyton miss a connection.
I was getting increasingly and increasingly frustrated with the airline and slowly I was going from, “let’s find a solution” to stress and worry.
“Ma’am, she’s once on the plane and we can’t just pull her off. But I reassure you, she will be fine, she’s got a 30 min window between the flights and she will make it.”
Cade and I- “well there’s flipside flight she could take that goes straight to Utah leaving in an hour, we’d rather not risk it and move her.”
Nope.
Stranded
More delays until finally it was 100%, her flight would land in Texas 40 min without her connection had left.
More phone calls and the wordplay unchangingly the same:
“All flights are full, ma’am, but don’t worry, we will requite her a self-ruling hotel room and she can leave on a double connecting flight the next day.”
Absolutely not.
Call me crazy but there’s no way I would have slept knowing my 16 year old was vacated in a hotel room in Texas.
A Texas-sized Miracle
Hours later, all the Facebook stalking and wondering who we could undeniability and she was well-nigh to land.
And then @mrdavebutler popped into my mind.
He’s from Texas.
I have no track why I knew that. But I tabbed our friend immediately and you guys, tell me God isn’t real, the man had a moment of service on his own humanitarian trip in FIJI!
Within minutes I was talking to momma butler on the phone who crush an hour late at night, tracked lanugo our daughter and her luggage, then crush when at 5 am to unhook her safely on a flight home.
Trust
And the whole time what was Peyton saying?
“Mom, I’m ok. I honestly finger just totally at peace. I trust it will all work out.”
My natural worrier, the one who has daughters help for uneasiness didn’t finger anything but peace and trust.
What we thought was a talk meant for good ended up stuff a habit meant to prepare her. I’d rather my children be protected from all nonflexible things, but increasingly importantly I want them to #trustinthelord and now maybe she does, a little more, a little increasingly deeply.
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