My daughter has been a frazzled mess this week. It turns out she may have to get glasses. Oh how it brings back memories of my first pair of 1980′s frames. But she’s my worrier by nature. And sweet thing, she doesn’t like change that she can’t control. *Ahem*
But as I’ve “counseled” her this week about not being anxious and trusting God and living in this day, I’ve been reminded of something. My call as a parent is to take her precious hand — the one that clings desperate to mine at times — and place it into His.
She’s young. I know. And she still needs me. Obviously. But I want her to learn from an early age that He alone mends our heart. He alone tends to our anxious places with indescribable peace. He alone never fails, always loves, and pours grace upon grace.
You shall teach (the truths of God) diligently to your children, and shall talk of them when you sit in your house, and when you walk by the way, and when you lie down, and when you rise.
I overheard her crying out to Him last night with her fears and frustrations in eight year old verbage. It melted me. And I silently prayed, “Lord meet with her and show her Your mighty, comforting power.” He did.
Fill me, Lord…
In the day-to-day, how do you take your child’s hand and place it into His?