I've been a bit stressed lately about the prospect of having 3 children, not too mention bringing home Bub #3 to such a tiny house. To be honest it makes me really sad, I keep wondering if my husband and I have made wrong or rash decisions. But when it all boils down, we are where we are regardless of the good or bad decisions we've made and it's up to us to make the most of our situation.
I've come to the conclusion that life is one huge exercise in trust and faith. We have a Bible verse calendar hanging on our kitchen wall and the first passage for this year was Jeremiah 29:11-14. Regardless of who the prophecy is for (whether I'm trying to cash in on Israel's promises or not), it's true. God does know the plans that He has for us and ultimately they're to bring us hope and a future. It may not be in monetary or earthly possessions, our hope and future really lies in Jesus Christ, but God does clothe the lillies of the valley and feeds the birds of the air. It doesn't matter what interest rates do, whether they rise or fall, God is in charge and will not let me slip. It's a case of trusting in Him. That's not necessarily an easy thing to do. But what other options are there? Trust myself or the capabilities of my husband to provide enough for us? Where's the joy and freedom in that?
God may or may not exist, I believe that He does. As pointless as it may seem to believe in something that may not be real I'd rather put my trust outside of myself then lean on my own capabilities. Ultimately I will fail, I'll let myself and my family down. Why, because I'm human and far from perfect. God will not fail and will not fail me or my family because He does have plans for us, plans to give us a hope and future.
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