Five years ago we moved across the country for a job transfer. We had four kids, ages 2-10, so it was a pretty daunting task.
Before leaving, I gathered all the transcripts, test results and school records we would need to get the older two kids started in their new district. Both schools had similar class offerings, so I expected the transition to be smooth.
Despite all of my preparation, the kids were refused entrance into the specialized academic program we requested. We were told they didn't qualify, though I had the paperwork and knew that they should have. I was crushed. I knew that program was exactly what they needed to thrive. Our sudden move had already ripped so many comforts from them. Taking this felt like it might break them ... and me.
I can still picture driving home from an unproductive meeting with their principals, the tears falling freely. As I pulled up to a red light, a sweet spirit washed over me and whispered these seven words to my heart: "By their fruits [they] shall know them" (3 Nephi 14:20).
It only took a minute for the Spirit to teach me that this setback was temporary. All hope wasn't lost. The story wasn't over. I knew that once the kids got in their classroom and their teachers observed them, they would see for themselves.
It didn't happen overnight. It took about a month for my son and two months for my daughter. It was a long two months! But in time, the teachers, the counselors and those very same principals were calling me to request permission to transfer them.
I often reflect back on that sweet moment behind the steering wheel. When all hope seemed lost. When it felt like more than they or I could bear.
That whispering was a gift from my Heavenly Father, a comfort that only He could know I so desperately needed (3 Nephi 14:1).
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