Under Construction

"Why are we stopping?" Trent asked as they came to a stop behind a line of cars.

Ashlynn poked her head out the window. "It's construction. I can see a bulldozer and a woman with a sign."

"Oh no!" said Trent. "We'll be late! It's bad enough being new at school, but being late and having everyone stare at me will be worse!"

"I'm afraid I'll be late for my job interview too," Mom said, getting out her phone, "but there's nothing we can do about it. I'll give them a call so they know."

"I wish Dad was still alive," Ashlynn said once Mom had finished her call. "Then we'd still be living in our old house and going to our old school with all our old friends. And you wouldn't have to look for work."

"I wish that too," said Mom, "but there's a reason God's allowing us to go through these difficult changes, and we need to trust Him."

Just then the line of cars began moving, and they followed the car in front of them onto a bumpy gravel path. They passed men working with loud jackhammers