What a blessing today’s class was. I knew originally we weren’t having class and when I saw the text come through I almost didn’t get on. To be honest I woke up extremely sad today and so did Jaz and it wasn’t easy getting her to go to school, but I have to teach her we have to continue on even when there are trials. Last Wednesday after Charlie’s death I already felt such a heaviness, really one I don’t ever feel at other times when I hear of a celebrity dying. I know why this was different, then the heaviness carried into the next day when I spoke with our caseworker for the adoption and she told me she had concerns. But that afternoon I had a choice to make. Take Jazlynn to be part of a parade with our dance studio or live in fear and sadness. We went to the parade and it was amazing to be able to worship God in the streets with a bunch of kids and teens with praise music. Singing and dancing. Fast forward to Monday and finding out birth mom decided to parent her baby. And knowing I had to tell Jaz. It might be one of the hardest things to do. Hearing Sean teach on Proverbs 17:3 had me think a lot about myself and my reactions this past week in our own personal furnace. I’ve said I trust God but wondering myself if I fully believe that I trust him. Was I only trusting because things seemed to be going so well. I am proud of how well I’m handling things. My friends are amazed that I’m not angry. But this is an opportunity for me to be an example for Jazlynn and those looking on and watching that even when this journey is hard we are still trusting God and we have a community of friends who are here for us and praying with us and quite literally holding me up. There are still blessings even in the valleys and I am trying to teach Jaz that, make Philip realize it, and the onlookers as well.