September 20, 2013
Sirens, sirens,
sirens, so many sirens! Why do they affect
my brain so? This street we live on is
so busy with them. The sounds of them
start a domino effect in me. Tears sting
at my eyes, and they begin to flood; my stomach tightens up, my mind races back
to that terrible night/morning in May. I
imagine the scene, the sounds, the thoughts of my young man, the pain of a
precious young woman, the totaled car belonging to special friends. My heart breaks. So many questions emerge, so much confusion,
so much pain. Two seniors coming home
from a wonderful evening that they had looked forward to for months; only three
miles from her front door, but they didn’t make it that night. Slick roads, a borrowed car, and ultimately God’s
plan (“For
I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and
not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future” (Jeremiah 29:11)) prevented that from happening. Four
months later, and it is as fresh as the night the officers knocked on the
door. As I type this (11:23pm), I am
waiting for my son who was driving that that night to come home from work. My stomach will not be at ease until I hear
him pull in the driveway and come inside.
Every time he drives away, the mom in me is concerned.
I am thankful to
God that He holds these precious children in the palm of His hand, and that He
will not let anything happen to them that He does not allow. One of my sons’ favorite scriptures, one he
had me recite to him just before he had an appendectomy about 5 years ago, and
one of many that he has hidden in his heart is in Isaiah. “Fear not, for I am with you; Be not
dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you, Yes, I will help you, I
will uphold you with My righteous right hand” (Isaiah 41:10). I am thankful that they are more precious to Him
than they will ever be to me. I am
thankful that He blessed me with rewards.
“Behold, children are a heritage from the LORD, The fruit of the womb is
a reward” (Psalm 127:3).
Father God, I pray
that You will continually remind me that You are Sovereign. Thank You that You love us and call us Your
own. Thank You for the four sons You
allowed me to mother. Please continue to
help me parent them in a manner that is honoring and pleasing to You. In Jesus Name, Amen. (11:57pm, he is home. :-))
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