I used to think that I wouldn’t have as many worries when my kids got to college. I figured I’d be a happy empty nester and they’d be thriving, responsible, independent young adults ready to conquer the world. Then I remembered the things I did while I was in college.
Uh oh.
Thankfully, I have one weapon that quiets the worries – prayer. If I didn’t have my faith, I’d either be in terrible health right now … or dead. Worry and stress used to give me all sorts of physical, mental, and emotional ailments.
Both Jonathon and Jacob have worked throughout college. They like taking trips with friends using their own money. I’m proud of them for wanting to not lean on their parents, to explore, and to see what’s beyond Indiana. I think it’s terrific that they want to hop on a plane or hit the road and enjoy themselves while they’re young.
But my mother’s heart beats a little faster and my stomach clenches on the day I know they’re traveling. The nagging little questions creep into my mind … What if their car breaks down? What if the airplane has some sort of mechanical failure?
And then, of course, the worry creeps up while they’re at their destination. What if some pickpocket steals their wallet? Or what if they get lost somewhere?
Fortunately, my faith kicks in quickly. One of my favorite Bible verses is “Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding.” I have a little pewter heart on my desk with this saying on it and it’s brought me great comfort and direction over the years.
I’ve gradually strengthened my “trust muscle” as well, and in this area it’s quite strong. When those nagging thoughts creep into my mind, I take a moment and pray for my sons’ safety. I ask their guardian angels to stay close to Jonathon and Jacob.
The fear and worry still creep up even after these prayers, but I quickly banish them with follow up prayers. These are a little shorter and typically go like this:
“Okay, Lord … I know I just prayed about this last night (or this morning … or two hours ago) … but I just want to say one more time, please keep them safe on this trip.”
Every single prayer calms me and brings me comfort. I refuse to freak out, although it’s always wonderful to get that “We made it!” text.
My youngest son Jacob just went to Pigeon Forge, Tenn., for part of his spring break. I said my usual prayers. I was excited to see his pictures and updates. And when I got the text saying they were back in Indiana, I added my final, favorite, most frequent prayer … “Thank you, God.”