Last night was no exception. I am always reminding our oldest that she is not in control well last night it was God reminded me I am not in control. Our littlest was found with an empty bottle of benadryl in her hand and the smell in her mouth. We have NO CLUE where she got it from since all of our medication is kept up high in a kitchen cabinet, a cabinet I myself cannot reach. It was a busy night, a lot of rushing around but this definitely stop us in our tracks. I called
After she was all tucked away in her bed and sleeping like baby I told my husband that I could not imagine living the hospital life. I also know too that it could easily be us. So many sick kids out there. So much pain, so much hardship. A trip to the ER turns into a weeks, months or years in and out of the hospital. I am so thankful that yesterday He let us go home and was reminded once again of His sovereignty.
God has been pounding me lately with a constant reminder of His sovereignty and I know well that there will come a day where that will be the only truth that will bring comfort. Our family is about to embark on a very scary road ahead of us, something we have all been trying (and I say that with weakness) to prepare for for a long time and no matter what I do, God reminds me that He already did the planing and preparing. He set forth the path, Isaiah 25:1 and I am not in control. There is nothing I can personally do to prepare myself except to decide to keep my eyes focused on the One guarantee, the One we can ALWAYS depend on, the First and the Last, the One who is perfect in Faithfulness Isaiah 25:1.
Increase my weak faith Lord and increase Your Glory...however that looks?