Six months ago I went to Spain with my husband. It was a terrible time for my family so prayed to make sure we survive if I went. My answer was a positive feeling so I went.
I got home and my anxious 3 year old was worse than it was when I left. It took months to dissipate I wondered why I went.
But now I'm here house hunting and gone for hours each day and he doesn't care. He trusts his grandma because she didn't abandon him in Spain. He always cares when I leave him. But not here.
Now it makes sense.