A note from Heaven

Sometimes it takes a little time for the full weight of a message from God sinks in

March 9

Sometimes as God is revealing something to me, I will grab a note pad and just jot down a little something so I won't forget, or so I can think about it later. A week or so ago I was thinking about my grand-babies and not homeschooling them. I know it is the right decision, but it was kind of making me sad. I will miss all the time I have with them, all the teachable moments. As I was talking to God about it, I felt Him pressing something on my heart so I grabbed a pad and wrote it down. I know God has something in store for me and my future, and I can't have both. I had to choose. As I was cleaning up my bonus room today, I came across the little note pad. I remembered that I had written something on it. I remembered it was important and it was from God. I didn't remember what I wrote, but as I read it today, it gave me peace. Here is what I wrote: Ella and Ethan, or God's plan. It was my choice. I could choose to put my focus and energy on them. That could become my mission like it was when I was raising my own kids. Pointing my family to God is a worthy thing, but I realize if I had chosen them, it was loving them more than God, which would have eventually caused me to love them less. Somehow, it made more sense to me today, than the day I wrote it. Today it was a little note from heaven.