When I was younger, I would get mad when people would tell me that God has a plan and "everything happens for a reason". To be honest, the older I get, the more I believe it.
Of course a kid isn't going to understand why her Grandma had to die and that they're would be a reason good enough for it.
But yes, everything happens for a reason. Like our oldest son. David and I didn't intend to have a child before marriage, but we did. As soon as we found out I was pregnant, there was no question about it, for either of us. We didn't know where this journey was going to take us, but we knew we had a baby on the way.
And as often as our oldest makes me want to pull my hair out (he's WAY too logical and smart for five) I can't imagine my life without him.
It's because of moments like this. He came out of his room with his magna doodle and said, "See what I wrote, Mommy?"
God has a plan. God knows. Everything happens for a reason. We just need to trust in Him.
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