Going where He sent us...

Dan and I both felt God's calling. It was a strong urge that we both could not ignore. We were going to get there somehow.

We made a quick decision on Monday night to fly out of state and help family in a time of need. The kids were dropped off at Dan's brother and sister-in-law's house and by Wednesday morning, at 3AM, we were on our way to the airport.

I am not going to go in to much detail at all. Only that, before I walked in to their house, I prayed that God would help me to pour everything I had in to them for the few days we were there. I asked for His help, knowing that I could not do this without Him to keep me going. I could see and feel his hand in everything. I have never been more physically or emotionally exhausted in my life, but by His grace I was able to keep going, keep my energy up, and love with all that I had.

I was thinking about this on the flight home. If Dan lost his job and we have endured these past almost 15 months of unemployed life only to be available at this very moment, it has all been worth it. I would go through it all again. All the tears, the heartache, the uncertainty, the pain, the pruning...I would go through it all again to be broken, humbled, and prepared for this week, for this trip.

I am an emotional mess right now. I was so excited to get back to my three precious babies, but I miss everyone I just left. My heart aches to be with them, the kiss all over them, to chase them around the house, to hear them laugh, to tickle them, to serve them, to braid their hair, to wash their faces. I knew it would be painful to leave...I just didn't know how painful...