My neighbor asked me the other day if I was mad at God for not fixing Logan's heart, because she was. I told her I wasn't mad at God, but knew He must have a different plan for Logan. She wasn't convinced, she said she was still mad. I have thought a lot about this. I wanted to be mad at God when things didn't go how we had hoped, but I couldn't. How could I be mad at the God that is blessing me with the opportunity to be this little boy's mom? When it comes down to it, really I should be thankful I was trusted to raise such a special little boy, and we will take all that comes with raising him- rain or shine (or more like sleep or no sleep!)
I started this post back on January 29th, and for some reason never posted it. But last night I read this scripture and thought back to what I had written here. "I know that God loveth his children; nevertheless, I do not know the meaning of all things." (1 Nephi 11:17) I don't know why we have the trials we do, but I do know God loves His children and there is reason for everything.