“Did you pack extra socks? You want to keep your feet warm.”
“One pair should be enough.”
“Did you pack sunscreen?”
“Someone else should have some.”
“Do you have a flashlight?”
I’d say my voice is going in his one ear and out the other, but there’s an ear bud inserted into his right ear.
Dad’s voice, “Leave him alone. He’ll be fine.”
“What if he forgets something he needs?”
“Then he’ll remember it next time.”
They drive away, leaving an exasperated mother. “I wonder if he packed a tooth brush.”
My daughter says I’d make a great administrative assistant. Even when I leave home, I type out detailed instructions.
“Water the plants on these days. Don’t forget to take out garbage. In case of emergency, call….blah, blah, blah.”
Okay, so I micro manage. I’m being real here. But how do I give up control?
Do I allow my child to learn from his mistakes and suffer the consequences when I can prevent many what ifs from happening?
Or can I?
Through no fault of her own, my friend was in a serious car accident. Her daily routine and future plans came to an abrupt halt. While she recuperates, I cringe. What if that happened to me?
Ruled by the tyranny of the urgent, I don’t have time to pause in mid-sentence and wait for life to resume.
Or do I?
Sixteen years ago, I gave birth to my son a week before Christmas. He was three weeks ahead of schedule. Unable to breathe on his own, he was hooked to a ventilator in the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit.
I had no control.
Instead of running nonstop to prepare for the holidays, I spent two weeks being still in a dim hospital room with my newborn infant. Baking cookies, mailing Christmas cards, and a dozen other holiday traditions didn’t happen that year. However,
When I loosened my grip on everything I thought was important
Surrendered my expectations
Kept my mind fixed on the Sovereign God
Trusted Him regardless of the outcome
“He kept me in perfect peace.” Isaiah 26:3
He still does ….
When I give up my need for control, and sit still in His presence.