Parenting is hard. D and I were just talking about it last night and I expressed my wish that everything was more clear. Like God would give me this distinct revelation from heaven, “DO THIS.” And if you DO THIS then there won’t be any more questions. Everything will fall into place. It will all come into focus. You won’t have to worry any more that you are doing the right thing.
If only it were that easy. And I believe sometimes it is. That God does give us a clear word, if we hear it.
And then other times, which feels like most times, he has us muddle through this thing called parenting, asking us to let Him be our guide. He uses interesting ways to get our attention. Like 1:30 in the morning when she can’t sleep and you are laying in bed with her with nothing else to do but PRAY. Stacey, I’m going to wake you up in the middle of the night so that you can spend some time with her, praying for her.
And He assures me that things might not always be clear, but that helps me rely more on Him. He’s got this. I just need to simply trust. To simply trust when things aren’t so clear. Not so simple, but in the midst of the complexity of parenting, I’m trying to grasp on to whatever simplicity I can.