My heart ached. I have planned to go to camp with my daughter for the third year in a row. I had organized my role to allow for my limits with my leg. I had prepped myself for the less than comfortable bed, less sleep and squealing girls. It would have been a blast!
The schedule didn’t work for enough kids to go. Camp – CANCELLED. Oh, the fun – gone. Then it hit me, I had prepped so much to go that I didn’t pray to it to happen, didn’t pray for the children who would attend and the seeds that would be planted in their hearts. I didn’t pray for the leaders, the organizers – any of it. I just expected it would happen!
That hit me like a ton of bricks. What else am I just expecting to happen? What else am I not laying in Father’s hands? What am I taking for granted?