07 Apr '15, 4pm
God never promises us that everything will work out according to the timing we prefer, or on the scheduled we plan.
Our girl sobbed those words for an hour in the car over Easter weekend. We’d driven halfway to visit family – a trip she’d been looking forward to for a month – when we had to turn around and head home. A combination stomach bug and a bit of car sickness hit our little one unexpectedly, and we knew we couldn’t risk taking any germs up to our family. We didn’t know if she was fine or if she’d be sick all weekend, but we knew turning around and heading home was our best option. Even if it was incredibly hard. It won’t be the last time Madi is disappointed when something doesn’t go her way. To be honest, I was heart broken as well – we’d been dreaming and planning and talking about the trip for so long, and I was excited for a fun spring day with family before I left for a work trip. The more she cried, the harder each mile home became, and Matt & I whispered back and forth, ...