After quite a scare with my second oldest cracking her head open the other day it reminded me how much I wish my kids could wear body armor…at least till they are in their late 20’s. I don’t think that is too much to ask, right? I know, haha, real funny, but it is a parent’s instinct to want to protect their children from harm. I would go so far to say that there is a deep, survival instinct in a mother that separates us from a man. I only say that because I know from my own experience dad’s don’t lie awake thinking of the horrible things that could happen to their children unlike moms. I would say part of that is lack of trust in the Lord and it can be a stronghold for the enemy, but it is also just the times we live in.
My childhood consisted of getting home from school, heading out to play in the neighborhood and not coming home til the sunset and knowing my parents really didn’t worry about me although I came home many a time with scrapped knees, one time a bb shot in my elbow, and another time a hole in my forehead thanks to a barbed metal pole that I had run into. As much as my mother wished she could have bubble wrapped me she had to trust in something other than herself to protect me while I was out of her presence and so it is with my children.
I struggled, and sometimes still do, with the whole trusting God to protect my children. I have a friend who has seven children and another who has nine and I cannot imagine the thoughts that may go through their head regarding what “could” happen to their children let alone how I feel about what “could” happen to my four.
My husband once shared with me something that really changed the way I thought about my children…they are not mine, but the Lord’s and He has only loaned them to me for the time I am here on this earth to love them and bring them up according to His word. After those words of truth it took a while but I remember feeling like I finally dealt with the whole anxiety, trusting issue with the Lord and felt not only at peace, but walked in victory with giving God my children to protect. Well, I’m not sure why, either the enemy didn’t like that or I was being tested, but one day while I was at work I got a phone call from my child’s school stating my 4 yr. old son had escaped from his classroom and they found him walking down the street. He was safe, but I needed to be contacted about the situation. My heart sunk and began to think of all the horrible things that “could” have happened to him. I kept hearing “See, you let your guard down, you can’t trust anyone with your children.” I remember the next day while reading a devotion I came across Isaiah 41:10 “So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand” and 2 Timothy 1:7 “For God gave us a spirit not of fear but of power and love and self-control.” I realized at that moment it wasn’t trust that I had an issue with, it was fear. I was living in fear and I did not realize the extent of that hold. It shaped the way I lived my life, how I reacted in certain situations, and how I prayed to God. I realize we as parents need to be careful and be proactive when it comes to protecting our children, but it is another thing to have so much fear of the unknown that it starts to control our lives.
I want to encourage you today if you are living in fear….let it go and let the God who paves your every step and carries you through every storm, reveal to you areas in your life that you are living in fear. Please be honest with yourself…it could be the fear of lack of money or provision, fear of sickness, fear of failure, fear of death, or fear of commitment. Ask God to help you trust Him in your fears, to remove your fears and replace it with His perfect love and peace because “There is no fear in love, but perfect love casts out fear.” 1 John 4:1 Let His love dance and wrap itself around your fears, casting them into the pit from which they came 🙂