We didn't get the placements in the primary school of our choice. God has better plans. I sat through the hour long balloting process, hoping the little white ball bearing the number 2 will roll out from that rotator full of white balls. There were 64 vacancies but 129 hopeful candidates (or rather, parents). Despite telling myself the odds are not a cause for worry as God will close every door that was not meant to be, my heart sank deeper with every white ball drawn that didn't bear the number 2.
When the last number was called out, I actually heaved a sigh of relieve that the agony was over. The challenge ahead and question then was "where do we go from here?" I thought I had a contingency plan in place, but some how, I started having fear of having to do this registration chore all over again. What if we ended up balloting again? What if the munchkins didn't fit in? What if we have to change school within the year? What if...
Alright, alright,, I know my fears are all uncalled for. The beauty of having Jesus as my Lord and Saviour means I can totally rely on Him to make all things work. I shall now gather my courage and pray for God's guidance in the His choice of school for the munchkins, and I pray I will be obedient in following His will. Amen? Goodnight for now...
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