There are a few issues that have been rattling around in my head lately. One issue is having my oldest son enter junior high. For me this is huge, I know it shouldn't be but it is. So a couple of nights ago I woke up in the middle of the night with my mind racing:
My mind was a firestorm of worries. So in the silence of the night I climbed onto my knees and asked the Lord to carry my concerns. I pleaded with the Lord every silly and paranoid thought a mother could have for her child. Then I released it to Him, and like magic I felt an overwhelming sense of peace fill me and remind me that the Lord loves my son, even more than I do, and ultimately everything will be okay.
"Will he find all his classes?"
"Will he remember how to use a lock with a combination?"
"Will he lose his combination?"
"Will he get along with the person he is sharing a locker with?"
"Will he be embarrassed showering after gym class?"
"Will he be teased or bullied?"
"Will he feel alone?"
"Will he make friends?"
My mind was a firestorm of worries. So in the silence of the night I climbed onto my knees and asked the Lord to carry my concerns. I pleaded with the Lord every silly and paranoid thought a mother could have for her child. Then I released it to Him, and like magic I felt an overwhelming sense of peace fill me and remind me that the Lord loves my son, even more than I do, and ultimately everything will be okay.
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