Hi. I’d write with advice about Nahim, but I honestly don’t know the answer. However, I still wanted to reply, if only to let you know that people hear. So . . . I wrote this. Also, I know it doesn’t convey the half of the comfort you need, but I’m so sorry about your Grandmother.
When I was younger, my family lived in China. We were missionaries there to the Tibetans. We lived in a huge city, but the dream was to be able to move out onto the Tibetan plateau, which we visited often. I loved the plateau, its wide-open spaces and beautiful mountains. I had a dream of growing up there, learning the language, hiking the hills. I wished to call the wilderness home.
That never happened. I was twelve when we moved back to the US, and I never got to know the joys or the hardships of living on the plateau. It was a long time before I was able to fully give up my dream, to trust God with the future. Even now, I mourn what could have been.
I still don’t know what God’s dream for me is, but day by day, I learn to let go of my own hopes, and trust God a little more.
True story, by the way. Praying for you, RAE.
Do not be anxious about tomorrow; tomorrow will be anxious about itself.
