Monday evening we found out that Miss P has been confiscated from us. Her parents took a portion of their belongings and snuck away to live 250 miles distant - without telling anyone. I had no chance to prepare, no chance to say good-bye, or even to pack the clothes and Christmas gifts she left here. By the time we found out, she had been gone close to a week. Just ripped right out of our life.
Needless to say, I'm stunned, heartbroken and filled with questions. Why? Their reasons for making this choice is not mine to tell, and I'm pretty sure I don't know the whole story. From my perspective it was a poor choice, made in haste. I have visited with MIss P by phone and she is doing fine. I can't bear the idea that our time together is over, so I hope to make the four and a half hour drive to see her soon, and often. My bigger desire and prayer is that they will return.
In the mean time, I wait and pray. My sister reminded me of an important truth. When we ask God to use us to reach others, or even when He uses us in spite of ourselves, it is His plan. We don't get to dictate the outcome. Perhaps Miss P was brought into our lives because she just needed us for a short time. Perhaps she was intended to stay longer, but, since He has given us free will, His plan was interrupted by poor human choices. Perhaps God has something in mind that I can't see for now. Whatever happens, I know who is in control.
Yet God has made everything beautiful for its own time. He has planted eternity in the human heart, but even so, people cannot see the whole scope of God's work from beginning to end. - Ecclesiastes 3:11