Ever since I wrote the previous blog, I have been bothered by how I phrased things. Yes, I am in the process of watching my eldest son Tyler grow up and become independent. But it is not really accurate to say that I expect him to take care of himself. It is more of a process for me to discover that he has been in God's hands all along.
When Tyler first left home this summer, I was encouraged that his independent yet social nature would help him cope in a new situation with new people. Upon further reflection, I realized that this is because the Lord created him with the traits he would need for the things He will call him to do in life. And where he is lacking, the Lord will use that to get him to lean on Him and mature spiritually.
It wasn't until his team left for Honduras and wasn't heard from for 2 days that the reality of the situation really hit me. I was not only not in control, but I had no way of trying to fake that I was in control. It took me back to the time I was tubing down a river, the last one floating along with a lightning storm breaking around me. While the storm raged outside, the peace of God flooded my soul as I felt cradled in His loving hands.
I felt that feeling again as I prayed for Tyler and his team. I didn't know where they were, but I knew the One who did. And it dawned on me that whether we realize it or not, we are in that position every day of our lives. We are not in control. And that's a really good thing.
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