Sometimes I just have to have a bowl of Cheerios and make some tea in the little mug with houses on it at 11pm, and remind myself that it’s going to be okay in the end.
I have to consciously remind myself that this period of confusion and not-knowing will eventually go away, that time will go on, and even in just a few months my perspective will be so much different. And in several years I will probably laugh really hard thinking about this time, sitting in a little house and joking with my husband and little ones about how young and ignorant I once was, and how I never knew He would fulfill all my dreams.
And the Lord will probably get a hearty chuckle too - the truly good-natured kind like only He has. The kind that says, “Oh, child. I had this in store for you all along. You just had to believe me. But you’re so stubborn aren’t you?! And so fearful? No matter. I’ve got a plan for that, too.”