I am a mom which makes me a natural worrier. Fourteen years ago, I never thought I would be sitting in this position. Actually I couldn’t think past the fact that I had a little baby in my arms and a 1 ½ year old running around me. Never could I have imagined that life would get more complicated. I was nervous about my kids’ health, my kids’ not walking or talking soon enough, my kids’ going to the right preschool, my kids’ sleeping habits, my kids’ getting out of diapers, my kids’ getting rid of the pacifiers. Never did I think about what would happen when they were teenagers.
Well, here I am with one in high school and one about to enter high school and another one way behind (still in elementary). I worry.
I worry about driving accidents. I worry about them making good solid friendships. I worry that they won’t be included in events outside of school. I worry about them fitting in. I worry about them succeeding academically. I worry about them being athletic or not athletic. I worry about people teasing them. I worry about them being challenged in school (but not overly challenged). I worry about their choices.
Do you think the disciples’ moms worried? Do you think they ever thought that their young boys would grow up to be martyrs for their faith? When the disciples started to follow Christ, do you think their mothers were thinking: “Who is this man that my son would lose his life over?” Not once in the bible do I hear anything about those mothers. We are given a great role model in Mary, the mother of Jesus, but never do we hear about any other moms.
I can only imagine what the other moms endured. My guess is though, they had a lot of worries, concerns and anxiety over what their sons were doing. Their sons would become role models for the onset of Christianity. They would be role models for future clergy. They would be the future of the faith that I live out today.
Their life was filled with struggles, mistakes and faith. Their moms had a right to worry, but God was with them. God made sure that those struggles and tribulations did not go unnoticed. The impact that those men had on Christianity is amazing.
When I start to worry about my son entering high school this year, I remember all those mothers that have suffered through the same thing as I am. I remember those mothers that endured more than I am. I realize that I cannot stop suffering from happening. At some point my son probably will suffer from the effects of friendship, athletics and academics. He will struggle in life. He will have to endure things that will make me sad. He will make choices that will make his life harder. It happens. Those things will make him a better, stronger and more faithful man someday. A man that will have his own unique impact on the world, hopefully all according to God’s plan.
So, how do I get myself through all this? I remember that from the day he was born, Pete and I have loved him and given him a great gift: the gift of faith. My son knows that God is there beside him all the time. He knows that God will pick him up and strengthen him in times of trial. He knows that no matter what mistakes he makes, we love him dearly. We tell him all the time.
Recently in our community a young 14 year old committed suicide. It was heartbreaking. I took the opportunity to talk with both of my teenagers about life’s disappointments. We are all disappointed at times with how life is going. The question is – how do you handle those disappointments? What will get you through those times of sadness and depression? Think about it before it happens.
So yes, I still worry about my kids. I am a mom. I also know that God uses our suffering and trials to open doors for us. He has great plans for each one of us. Those plans give me the perseverance to endure the worry.
Don’t worry about the wicked or envy those who do wrong.
For like grass, they soon fade away. Like spring flowers, they soon wither.
Trust in the Lord and do good. Then you will live safely in the land and prosper.
Take delight in the Lord, and he will give you your heart’s desires.
Commit everything you do to the Lord. Trust him, and he will help you.
He will make your innocence radiate like the dawn, and the justice of your cause will shine like the noonday sun.