Today, on our 1-on-1 ice cream date, I asked my firstborn what she thought of all the recent unexpected transitions we’ve done though.
We asked ourselves:
1. What were our plans?
2. What were the unexpected twists that happened?
3. What changes resulted because of that?
Today, in a weak moment after I’d put the kids to bed, I started to tear feeling like all these delays and unexpected twists in our journey were primarily caused by me.
My heart broke to hear my firstborn confess to me she felt “sad” and “frustrated” by all the change in plans- why were we now even asking God from ground-zero to show us what His new plans were? I apologized to her, only to have her tell me, “I forgive you Mummy. It’s not your fault. You know I love you.”
Such is the love of a child.