(Un)answered prayer

Despite the sicknesses,  as mentioned below, the move went surprisingly smoothly and so far we all seem to be transitioning well. I know its super early to say that. But, thankfully Gideon hasn't mentioned once wanting to go back home. Which surprises me.  The kids and Nathan are all on the mend. My immune system, however, is currently losing the battle.  We are again, so thankful for all of the prayers.

 I think the thing I am learning over time is that God doesn’t always give you what you ask for. 

And that’s ok. And that’s good.

Last Monday, a little over a week ago, the kids got sick, puking turned to fever, fever turned to  coughing, coughing landed us in prompt care-for both kids.  The day before Thanksgiving.  Three days before our move.  Thanksgiving, instead of being spent with family eating together around a table, was spent eating leftovers of of paper plates in our empty kitchen, holding sick kids and praying they didn’t get worse.  I sent out pleas for prayer from friends and family.  But, they did get worse, and by move day they were both miserable with fever and coughing fits that led to puking.   The drive out actually went well due to them sleeping most of the way and being too sick to really care. Once we arrived, they were a mess.  It was horrible. I say that to be real. I could care less about how things were moved in... my kids were miserable and on top of that we had just uprooted everything they knew. 

One of the only things that kept me calm that day was just thinking over and over “God is good. He means this for our good.”

I think I am slowly learning (again, and again -because let’s be real we have terrible memories) that God doesn’t always fix it. But, as one of my favorite bloggers says “I know the God who is in it, above it, and working through it.” 

So where was the answer to my prayer? To the prayers of so many on our behalf?

He was right there with me. 

In Christ

~Michelle