
Well as I said my final farewells to Steve this morning, it dawned on me just how much I have grown in the last three years.
It wasn't all that long ago that I would be crying the night before I knew he had to leave, almost to the point of grieving, not being able to sleep at night and once again the next morning, having it all start all over again.
Today was different.
Steve was driving himself to the airport so that he can leave as soon as his plane returns on either Wednesday evening or sometime on Thursday.
Yet no tears, no sadness, just a fond farewell and prayers for safe travels as he pulled out along side us as we took Caitlyn to school. We parted ways on the main road as he took the on ramp to get on the freeway and we continued east.
It's not that I don't miss him as much, I believe I trust God more. Whatever happens in this life, for good or bad, happens for a reason. Sometimes I may never know the why of it, but I know that God does and that's enough for me.
I am spending these days finding God a little bit more on an intimate level. While people are busying themselves trying to find MRE's or stock up on emergency supplies, rations and extra water, I am drawing near to my ultimate survival kit, God and His provisions in my life. There truly is no greater resource than that I need in my life.
In these trying times, we need to not panic and fear, but trust and obey and realize that NOTHING that happens doesn't go through God's Hands first. The devil ought to be worried each time God allows it to happen, it won't work out in the end for him but it will for God.
Please join me in praying for Steve safe travels today and in wishing him God speed along his journey.