HELP!!! I CAN’T LET GO

Hey friends, we are now experiencing the last full month of summer.  August is here, can you believe it? We are four months away from the end of the year. We’ve officially lived more of 2019 than there is to be lived.  Do you know in one of our local craft stores, the Christmas decorations are already on display? Perhaps they never took it down, perhaps the ‘powers that be’ knew that Christmas would be here in less than a blink, so they just decided to leave the decorations right there.  Perhaps I will join them next year, because at this rate, December 2020 will be here even faster than this year’s.  The temperature has already indicated that it is aware of the approaching fall season.  It was a cool 56 degrees this morning, a signal of things to come.  I am looking forward to fall though, I hope the season sticks around long enough for us to actually enjoy it.  Winter has the sneaky and very bad habit of encroaching on Fall’s time. 

The girls are leaving us again for college in less than a week.  These three months of summer break simply flew past.  I will sorely miss them. Did you know that the girls attend school less than half hour away from Sunday morning’s mass shooting in Ohio? As a matter of fact, they attend church in Dayton.   

Sometimes, I want to hold on to them so very, tightly, I want to hide them under my wings and keep them safe, where no one and nothing can hurt them.  I want to cuddle and coddle and cosset them. I want to be their protector and savior.  They are my babies and in spite of their ages, they always will be my babies. I want to place shields around them and force them in my protective bubble.  Sometimes, I wish I could do just that.  But the truth is, I can’t.   And my desire to control my environment is telling me I should freak out because I am not in control.  I war between trying to be in control and allowing the Lord to lead, even though I know that the idea that I can control anything is ludicrous and very delusional. 

I know they are safe in my Lord’s Hand, yet what if something happens to them? My heart goes out to the parents of the people killed over the weekend.  I could not imagine their grief.  I guess the most important question, that can ever be asked, isn’t what if something happens, but rather what if they don’t know the Lord? What if they died in their sins? What if they never accepted the Lord as their Savior? 

Isn’t that really the true calamity here? After all, safety isn’t the absence of danger, rather it is the presence of God. May God be with our us.  

I am reminded in times like these to be diligently in prayer for my kids.  Sometimes, I lose sight of the power that is found in prayer.  Prayer, at times, can just be words that go no further than our ceiling, because of our lack of intentionality.  We can’t pray without thought, else just words will flow from our lips.  We must acknowledge the One, on the other end of the line.  There is nothing ordinary about Him; in His presence I can lay my fears for our kids and rest assured that they are safe there.

Because of my relationship with Him, He has granted me full access to Himself and I can share with Him my concerns. He has demonstrated to me time and time again that He loves the girls far more than me, far more than I can ever conceptualize.  He is the author of love.  He is far better at protection than I can ever be.  In His presence, He gives hope, because it is so easy to think that the enemy is winning.  But we know the end of the story, don’t we? 

We win, my friends.  Don’t give up, hang on, for greater is He that is in us, than he that is in the world.

How are you today? Do you trust the Lord with your loved ones?

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