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"I am. Why do you always say that?" he asks.
"Because I'm your mother...it's my job!"
This has been a typical conversation around our house the past couple of months. We have hit some major life milestones. My son got his driver's license and my daughter turned 21 over the weekend!
Someone should have told me when I was pregnant that you not only have strange middle-of-the-night cravings, baby weight that is hard to get off, and stretch marks that never go away, you also get worry lines.
As I sat on my back porch the other night enjoying this unusually mild weather for this time of year and reading a blog I learned about from Ruth Ayres, I came came across a post about worrying...what timing!
It was a guest post by Gari Meachum on Ann Voskamp's website, A Holy Experience. This is a beautful place. Many times I go here just to listen to the music as I am working on my computer. If you have not experienced this, here is a gentle nudge....you will be glad you did.
Gari talks about raising teenagers and the "worry praying" that accompanies it.
"I spent many a night “worry praying” my way through the hours until my kids were safely back in their beds, sensing that worry is like a rocking chair—it consumes a lot of energy and takes us nowhere."
She goes on to say that worrying means that we don't think God can look after the practical details of our life.
I know that there are many things in my children's lives that I cannot do anything about, even if I am their mother.
I know as a Christian I am to let go and let Him take care of things....all things
I know that worry doesn't move God's hand, faith does.
But... this isn't easy for me. Because I am their mother...it's my job!