This week has been exhausting. Emotionally and physically tiring. Early mornings, stress-induced dreams, crying at drop off, half days and off-days, lunches to be packed, things to be remembered, a house to be cleaned, work to be done. I had certain expectations of the week, and let me tell you, being tired was not one of them.    Our kids started school. We are so thrilled to have them at an incredible international school that has a nurturing environment, great staff, excellent eduction, and most importantly, air conditioned classrooms (well, it was important to our kids at least). God promised it and He provided for it, and we knew we could trust Him to be in all of it. But the enemy still whispered awful things to our hearts;  This was a terrible decision. They won't be ok. This will leave scars. He isn't ready. She won't know what to do. What kind of parent walks away when their kid is afraid? Everything will go wrong.   I raced to the car when it