Change

The toughest thing for me in the past two years has been all the change that I've had to see my boys endure. Wyatt was 1 and Grady was 3 when we decided that God was calling us to missions. In that time we have been here, there, and everywhere...living out of suitcases, in people's basements, and other peoples' houses. It's not easy, as a mom, to have to make your kids go through that stuff when you know it is difficult for them.

This morning, as Hans and I dropped the boys off for their first day of school, again I was reminded of how much change they have been through. They were SO excited to go to school at 7:45...by 8:00 - not so much. I knew Wyatt would struggle for a few minutes and then he would be fine. BUT, what I didn't realize were the emotions that were running through Grady. He got to his classroom and all of a sudden became terrified of the 14 other Dominican kids in his class. Although he knew two of the little boys, there are Dominican too. He broke down in tears and said he wanted to just stay with me and not go to school. After 15 minutes of trying to calm him down...he stayed, but not willingly. Now, as I sit here, I feel terrible. And I keep asking God, "Why do I have to keep making my kids go through change?" And every time I ask, the same answer comes, "For me." It's all for Him and His glory, but it still doesn't make it any easier as their mom.

Please pray for us in the next few weeks as we try to get into a routine and not change anything else on the boys.