13 Mar Daddy Knows Best
“As for God, his way is perfect: The Lord’s word is flawless; he shields all who take refuge in him.”
Psalm 18:30 NIV
It’s 2:30 am and I am in my darling son’s room, giving him a breathing treatment with his nebulizer. In about 4 1/2 hours, I have to get ready and pick up my husband from the airport. It’s been a busy weekend; my local church had its annual women’s conference the past 2 days and the kiddos have tagged along for it all. Somewhere in all of this, my son begins to experience symptoms of a cough/cold combo. By Saturday evening, I know that bringing him to church the next day is not wise on my part. We stay home and rest, and I’m able to enjoy the service online. My son’s cough begins to worsen and I know what’s next: the wheezing; hence, my 2:30 am appointment with my son.
Two days after my son was born, I resigned from my job. I knew that it was either resigning then or returning to work after maternity leave and resigning three weeks later. The latter did not make sense to me, so I chose the manner that would bring the best transition for all involved. No matter what, I had to resign. If not, I would not have been able to complete my internship in order to finish my graduate studies. There was just no other way. I figured I would go back to work after my studies were completed, anyways. But, that decision was not on the same page as what God would have me do…
Three months before I am to graduate, God begins prompting me to homeschool my daughter. I did not think this would mean to become a full-time homemaker. I begin to make plans on how to go to work part-time and schedule in our homeschool schedule. Not so. His plan was for me to stay home and take care of my family. Having always worked, this was not a route I was comfortable taking.
But, Daddy knows best!
From the beginning of my son’s birth, I knew he would require more attention and care regarding his physical health, compared to my daughter. We learned he had at least 4 food allergies by the time he was 9 months old. He was also susceptible to breathing constrictions. A simple cold could trigger this and I had to be on top of it; if not, it would be a trip to the emergency room. I had no idea my second child would go through any of this. With my oldest, I had no issues with her health. The common cold was about all she ever experienced. Dealing with my son was a whole new ball game. As a result, those middle-of-the-night events with him became comforting reminders that our Heavenly Father knew all along what was the best course for my home in transitioning me from a full-time, career-driven worker to a homemaker role.
I do need to clarify something, here. I believe in God’s healing. I have faith that these 2am sessions can end and my son will not have to experience any more health struggles. However, I also try not to keep my head in the clouds and understand that we are not in heaven, yet – a perfection that does not allow illness or death, where God’s glory will be undeniable. What a wonderful day that will be!!! For now, however, we still reside on earth; and we will continue to experience the imperfections here; where death, illness and brokenness can be seen and felt.
This experience is just one of many that show me how God’s way is best when it comes to steering the direction of our lives’ journeys. When the time comes for me to transition into another role, it will be when God says so. He is my omniscient compass and One who will never lead me astray. My dependence is on Him. After all, He truly knows best!