why are you peeking?

Ok, another one of those moments where my children teach ME a lesson.

To be honest, I've really been struggling with this house issue. I just keep wondering if God knows how badly we need to sell it. Does He know how good the interest rates are right now? We could refinance our current home at a much better rate, but we can't until we get rid of the old one. Does He see how much I long to move on in life, but keep turning back because we still have a part of us back in McHenry County? Not to mention, we really can't squeeze another mortgage payment out of our income...(I know, I know, I am so wrong.)

So, as we walked out of church yesterday, Ken grabbed my hand as she stuck her nametag over her eyes. She said, "lead me Mommy, I can't see." So, I played along with her. I was careful to lead her slowly and give her plenty of room on the sidewalk. Then I saw her peeking through her nametag. I smiled and asked her, "why are you peeking? Don't you trust me?"

Then, I took a deep breath and thought, "Oh Lord, I am so sorry."