My Gbaby didn’t come into the world according to my plan. I put up some resistance on being a Grandmother before I was fifty stating “I’m not old enough to be a Granny”. Which is why I’m referred to as Meme, it sounds younger, more hip.

My seventeen year old daughter still had a lot of life to live and lessons to learn, that included getting a job and going to college and having fun and then one day when she was 25 she’d meet the love of her life, marry and give me several grand babies. We’ll her plan was not my plan.

Where was God in all of this? After all I had raised her to know better. Couldn’t he have stepped in and made her make better choices. Had he turned a deaf ear all those years I prayed for him to help her fight those desires?

I didn’t want her to make the same mistakes I had made, because I didn’t want her to experience the intense heartbreak, emptiness, and death of self worth that comes from having sex before marriage.

Where was God?
He was there allowing my daughter, his child, to make her mistakes, so that she would learn from them and draw closer to him.

He was daily comforting me, healing my hurt and guilt through his word and through kind, non judging friends.

He was in the delivery room, sparing the health and life of my daughter as she went into labor three weeks early due to preeclampsia.

He was in the NICU cradling our newborn granddaughter as she struggled to breath, healing her passageways.

He was listening to our every prayer, and picking up the pieces of our broken lives, placing them lovingly back together, making them stronger than before.

Are you beat up and broken following your own plan?
Is it hard to see Gods presence in the midst of it all ?
Look closely my friend, He is there.