Caleb and I have been reading the Action Bible for our nightly devotion over the last year. He loves the stories of God's mighty acts of power as God raised people from the dead, opened up seas, and cared for His people in mighty and majestic ways. So how do you answer a little boy who asks, "Why didn't God save my daddy? He can do it. Why doesn't he do this now?" Oh the whys. And yet there is no answer. No answer that satisfies. So instead I sit there holding my sobbing child, reminding Him of God's love for Him even when we don't get why.
Bedtimes are ROUGH! What usually takes a half hour is averaging 1-2 hours minimum. They all want me at the same time. They all need me. They all want their own alone time with me. They all are mourning even as I am. It has only been two weeks and I don't know how I am going to make it without getting impatient and angry as I myself just want to go to bed and rest. And yet they need me so. Pray.
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