It's just another week to go before I head off to California with my brother and sisters to pick up Alfredo. Last night I had a dream that he cried out in the night. I walked down the hallway, which seemed too long. When I got to his room, I couldn't find him in the bed clothes. I awoke with that same panic..."Where is he?" The dream seemed so real. Even now thinking of it I have to convince myself that I didn't really go into his room searching for him.
He speaks Spanish almost entirely. He still seems to understand English but it's Spanish that he speaks. One of my many worries is not being able to understand him. I'm also so worried that he'll miss his Papa. I'm worried that his mother will be angry when he doesn't know her. I'm worried that I won't know what to feed him. I'm worried that he will feel scared here. So many worries...
But what I really need to know today is that the same Lord who guided us to today, will be there tomorrow. There will be problems but there will be solutions. And if I wrap myself in worry, I'll miss the joy of it all. Worries cloud the joy, don't they?
Today I am going to try sloughing off those worries. I'm going to trust that even if things don't go as I planned, everything will be okay. And I'm going to trust that all that I need will come to me.
In the meantime, I'm readying the house, his room, our life, for Alfredo. And I'm daydreaming about all the fun we'll have.
All is well.