A boy lies in my arms unconscious after falling on the playground.
Fear. Panic. Tears. Prayers. Silence.
Trust in the Lord with all your heart.
Did I trust that he was going to be ok?
Did I give him into the Lords hands,
knowing he would do what is best?
No.
How was I supposed to believe that he would
be ok when last month I prayed for people to
be healed and nothing happened?
How could I place this 4 year old precious baby in the
Lord's arms when he was physically in mine?
Was saying the Lord will take care of him possibly
admitting that this little boy's life would never be the same?
Could I give up that control?
Faith and trust.
Consider it pure joy my brother when you face trials of many
kinds because you know the testing of your faith produces perseverance.
James 1:2-3
I gave him to the Lord. I took my feelings of distrust,
hopelessness and worry and laid them at the cross and picked up peace.
I placed him back where he belonged, in the Lord's embrace.
His parents came and took him to the hospital.
He suffered a concussion, but was back in my arms smiling a day later.
I am trusting.
