How this girl woman at the most unexpected of times shows me how to accept what seems unthinkable and unfair and cruel.
Her arms wrap all the way around me, the cap of her hair no longer nestled at my chin but at my high cheekbone.
No tears are shed.
Her sister, a wisp of a lass, sobs when I break the news.
My grace girl? She envelopes the little in her chest and repeats what I am already murmuring..."I'm so sorry, sweet pea, so sorry...we'll find something else, we'll make it alright...He'll make it work out the way it is supposed to..."
I believe it.
I believe that there is a bigger plan in place in our lives.
I know I am not privy to all of the details.
I trust, most times, blindly.
I incorporate the trust, the belief, the letting go into my life and consequently theirs.
Not that things are all going to turn out rosy, but that they'll turn out according to His plan.
I'm thankful I'm not in charge of this ship, because today? Today we are in choppy waters. No threat of sinking...but yesterday we did take on some water. We hemmed and hawed and heaved buckets, circled up as a family, and chose a new course.
Today I'm trusting that the God of the universe has His hand in all of the messy as well as the beautiful in all of our lives. I'm not sure what the next step is, but I am willing to do the footwork.
For me, today, that's what belief and faith look like...taking that first step.