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I have spent most of my life putting my trust in God, and though it’s a rocky path sometimes, I do know- in my heart of hearts – that I can trust in Him, and know that His plan is better than mine. I can honestly say that I trust Him with my life.
My kids’ lives? That’s a different story.

I seem to think that this is the ONE area where God just won’t be good enough, or care enough, or know enough, or something. I’m continuously trying to surrender control of them to Him, and just as quickly snatching it back into my own arms. I worry – about things I can control, and things I cannot. This is, after all, MY JOB, and God has given these kids TO ME to steward through their first couple of decades. I don’t want to let Him – or my girls – down. So last week rocked my world a bit, what with losing a friend who had four young children of his own, then watching Boston and West, Texas both take terrible hits.

And when things happen and I want someone else to explain to me what I already know, but can’t quite DO – I turn inward and press hard into God. And while I find peace and strength there, when I’m ready I turn outward to see how other people are processing things.

Yesterday I read Glennon’s excellent essay How To Keep Our Babies Safe over at Momastery. And she said exactly what I was feeling, and just wasn’t able to say.

So go and read it yourself. Totally worth it, I promise.