That’s me. The worrying mother. I worry a lot. I know I’m not the only mother who does so.
In the last three months I’ve had to let go and trust God a lot.
My son was diagnosed with asthma. Then a friend reminded me he’d once had reflux and maybe that persistent cough he was getting wasn’t asthma, or only asthma. The doctor listened to me and put him on Prevacid. The coughing has gotten better but there are still days I worry. I worry at the small rash on his cheek, that was probably caused by the cold; then I worry about the circles under his eyes, probably caused by allergies.
I worry and I don’t let God take care of him and me and of it all.
I lay it down. I pick it back up. I lay it down. I pick it up.
You may know the routine.
I’m finding it easier to lay it down, one day at a time, but not effortless . I don’t always listen to what I know is true: that God has us in His hand, but I will keep trying to hear it and comprehend it.
Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Matthew 6:26