So lately the Lord has been requiring me to show Him, moreover, myself, how much I trust Him with my children. I always tell Him I trust Him with their lives, and now He’s taking me to another level by asking me to show Him.
First, it was in allowing Diligent* to travel alone to Oregon. For a MONTH. (She only travelled alone; she stayed with several friends while there!) I was scared, but I allowed her to go.
Then, it was allowing Resolute* to travel to Arizona, Hawaii, and L.A. for three weeks with aunt/uncle/cousins, and then friends. I was scared, but I allowed her to go.
Today, it’s allowing Stalwart* to fly with a friend, a licensed pilot, on their private plane. I’m scared to death because I don’t like planes myself, but I’m again entrusting my child to the Lord, trusting Him to keep this precious child safe. He is excited beyond measure, walking around with a HUGE grin this morning.
I’m the kind of mom who’s very, very rarely without her kids. Especially with all we’ve been through the past six months, I’ve become even more protective of them. I’m a Mama Bear to the core. I will guard them fiercely. But, in all that we’ve been through recently, I believe the Lord is wanting me to keep a balance - yes, to protect them wisely, but not guard them so heavily that they become afraid or unable to be free to enjoy all that God wants to do with them/bless them with. I could easily become a mother who shelters TOO much. I know I have that tendency so I’m always trying to be aware of that. Hence my reason for allowing them to do things that truly frighten me. But I want to show Jesus that I really, truly trust Him with my kids, all the time, not just when I can be there to protect them. This is not to say that I’ll ever just let them run amuck, doing whatever they want ‘because I trust God’. That’s not what I mean. I’ll guard them with my life, all my life, but when an amazing opportunity comes along for them, I won’t allow my personal fears to win out. I trust that God brings forth these opportunities to bless them. If there are three kids worthy of being showered with abundant blessings, it’s these. They’ve been through so much, yet they have not grown bitter; only more gracious. They don’t blame God for what happened; they drew nearer to Him.
So, to my Lord: I trust You.
To my kids: enjoy this life God has given you. Receive His love and His blessings whole-heartedly, without fear.
P.S. To those who might be wondering, their dad, of course is an equal part of all these decisions too - but I was just speaking as a mom here… :)
* For those who don’t know, I refer to my kids by these names for internet security reasons since this is a public blog, but also because, the day after their dad left, my friend was praying for them, and the Lord gave her those ‘names’ for them. My eldest is Diligent: having or showing care and conscientiousness in one’s duties; my middle child is Resolute: admirably purposeful, determined, and unwavering; and the youngest is Stalwart: loyal, reliable, and hard working. My friend also noticed how God showed Himself, not only to be absolutely accurate in these definitions of these three awesome kids, but also that He is, in fact, such a God of order that the names are even in alphabetical order, from oldest to youngest. I love that.