But that little girl of mine, she was laying there on the couch with her rosy cheeks and glassy eyes and that horrible fear engulfed me. What if she has it? I mean we don't live that far from Akron, Ohio where the infected nurse flew to...And as soon as the thought crossed my mind, it crossed right back out into reality. Jonah had a fever last week, and I'm sure she caught it...The media plays on our emotions. Unfortunately anything to make a story, hype a crowd, pull a heartstring or trigger a panic attack always leads the headlines. We run on emotion and fear. And no one who is breathing is exempt from death. We all will face it sooner or later. Life is fleeting. How will I live mine? In fear of an awful disease or horrific accident? Will I worry continually about my kids and their choices that go far beyond whether they wash their hands and much deeper into if they will seek refuge from worries and hardships in the things of this world or in the one who made them?
And these questions and wonder slowly turn into a creeping anxiety that wrenches it's way into my gut. I want to keep my loved ones safe in my bubble, cozied up next to me in this warm place...But if I've learned anything at all in this dance called motherhood it is submission to control is usually the most powerful tool. Only when I cast any care from the least to the greatest at the feet of the one who grants all peace and comfort can I rest reassuringly. Losing control and handing over the baton to Him who works together all things for the good of us who love Him grants me control over my fear. And nobody loves His children more perfectly than He who created us in the first place. "As a father has compassion for his children, so the LORD has compassion for those who fear him" (Psalm 103:13) And he promises us comfort as well. "As a mother comforts her child, so I will comfort you" (Isa. 66:13) I can find rest in these words of life today. As my precious ones sip hot soup and lay cuddled up on the couch, I cast cares and fears upward at a heavenly throne to a listening ear who loves them more than I could ever imagine. In this, I rest.