Oh, Pappa, this has been a day. One where I had expectations of savored memories in these last precious days before things begin to change in big and permanent ways, only to have nothing turn out as I imagined. First world probs, I know, but today, to me, it matters.
I am most grateful that through all of the junk that comes at me and my precious family, we can keep pointing each other back to You. I am always thankful, but especially in the waiting, that You are My Pappa, that You are Their Pappa and we can all rest in knowing You’ve got this and Your plan is ALWAYS so much better than ours.
So, please help me to put away my disappointment and release my injuries and self-recrimination to Your ever ready and grace-extending hands. Thank You, Pappa, that even though my problems may be small in the big picture, because they matter to me, they matter to You.