Evinda Lepins

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Thanks for taking time out of your day to join me for a coffee break and more of this series that has definitely changed my life. I can only pray that these revelation-inspired life lessons are speaking to your heart things He wants you to know. Grab your coffee and come on in.
The house was eerily quiet after they left and George was even quieter, stuck in his thoughts, no doubt about all the what-ifs and what-now’s, but after he and Brian, Jene’s dad, talked, they agreed that it would be best for Bryce to go to court first thing Tuesday morning to inform them of what had happened, as an act of good faith, if you will. Brian and Bryce would work on getting a hold of the right court personnel first thing Monday morning so as to get this matter put on the court’s calendar.
As I revisit these painful days, I can see more God-incidences. See, Brian has dealt with all sorts of situations as the assistant pastor of a huge church, and he has some experience with the court system and the type of circumstances that Bryce now found himself in. That is no coincidence, no way is it just good luck, but more like a loving Savior doing what He needs to do to protect and reside in the heart of a guy who still hasn’t figured a lot of his stuff out. He will go to great lengths to show His love for His children.
Don’t get me wrong; I’m not saying that HE caused this, but only HE can work something beautiful from this, and I was confident of this very truth that Monday morning as Bryce went to court with Brian. I truly felt in my bones that he would not be going back to the iron curtained place, but my husband didn’t have that same confidence.
In the meantime, I tried to keep our daily routine with Bryden as “normal” as possible, but children are especially intuitive and he knew something was up. As I look back in my journal for this time period, the words for a bittersweet memory flood the page and splash my heart with the reminder. It was Tuesday morning, the morning that Bryce was going to court. I was having my quiet time, and he woke up, way before his usual wake-up time, so I went in there and asked if he had to go potty. He shook his head no, but I took him anyway. When I carried him back to bed and told him to close his eyes for a little while longer, he began to cry, testifying to the truth of his tiredness, but he was also asking for his daddy and Jene’. I assured him he would see both of them soon and I blew him a kiss, and walked back into my writing room which is three steps across from his.
I settled back into my chair and as I got comfortable, he began to cry louder. I felt a wave of frustration wash over me, but I stood up and shook it off and went into his bedroom. What I did surprised even me and I think it had to be one of those Holy Spirit moments: I picked him up and held him to me and as I did, I began to cry with him. I cried about him, for him, about his daddy, about the confusion he must have felt, about the uncertainty of it all. I’m not sure how long our tears lasted for, time sort of stood still for us in those moments, collecting our tears and turning our sorrow into a bond that only he and I could share.
Join me tomorrow for more twists and turns in this precious season of Nana Holds.
Evinda

Nana Holds!