Since the day Nate was born, I have worried about him. The weary thoughts haven’t stopped, even though my son is now a 23 year-old man, living in a residential facility. If anything, I find myself worrying even more.
I sit with my thoughts, sometimes moving a mile of minute, as fear tries to take over me.
I worry about my son’s life.
I worry about his future.
I worry what will happen to him, when I am gone.
I worry about the people he will encounter.
I worry about the intentions of the people he encounters.
I worry if people are trustworthy and will treat my child lovingly.
I worry about his behavior and if staff can handle him.
I worry about his health.
I worry and cry about the unknown.
I worry and I worry and I worry………
I cry and I cry and I cry.
I pray and I pray and I pray.
And tell myself that I must stand on God’s word…
“Therefore don’t worry about your life..” (Matthew 6:25)
“Trust in the Lord and lean not on your own understanding.” (Proverbs 3:5)
“God cares for you.” (1 Peter 5:7)
And…. as I meditate on God’s Word, I feel His peace, as I trust and believe that He will care for my worries….because He loves my son.