Releasing My Child into God's Hands

Yesterday, about 3:30 pm, I received a call from my oldest son, I was still at work and was right in the middle of assisting one of our resident Psychiatrists with some urgent computer needs. I told my son that I would call him back as I could not speak to him at that moment. Time went by, and I'm still assisting the resident Psychiatrist at least half an hour, and at 4:10, I received a text message from my son that he was being taken to the hospital for stitches.




Well, being a mother, I panicked and my heart dropped! Understand too that this is my 26 year old son, and is very well known for skateboarding. I knew that his brother and a friend were visiting him in Austin and somehow I just knew that it had to be a related injury to skateboarding or his work, (I was leaning more towards the skateboarding though). Needless to say, I had to call him immediately and find out the details to his trip to the hospital and the seriousness of his injuries.




My son kept trying to tell me he was OK, while at the same time, explaining to me that as he was coming down a half pipe, he lost his balance and fell face first, shattering his right prescription eyeglass lens, which resulted in cutting him up by his eyebrow, scrapes around his face, bruises I'm sure as well. I was cringing and feeling, literally, his pain. I was being a "mommy"... My son finally had to pass the phone to his friend so that he could ease my worries. Needless to say, I did have a few words with God at that moment, but I went home that evening and lifted my children in prayer.



Lord, I come to You in Jesus' name and give my three children to You. I'm convinced that You alone know what is best for them.

You alone know what they need, I release them to You to care for and protect, and I commit myself to pray for everything concerning them that I can think of or that You put upon my heart.

Teach me how to pray and guide me in what to pray about. help me not to impose my own will when I'm praying for them, but rather enable me to pray that Your will be done in their life. Thank You that I can partner with You in raising them and that I don't have to do it alone.

Peace and the love of a daughter

It's been a while since I posted... Life has been so hectic between moving PC and myself. Things are still not slowing down, even at work. I have been praying and asking God to help me slow down, not just to be able to blog, but to enjoy all that I have been blessed with in my life.

To enjoy the beautiful nature that now surrounds me now. To enjoy a good day of rain, the sounds of cars passing by, the memories of my children as they were growing up, and the moments watching PC's children growing up, watching the dogs and the cats sleep and play. Just enjoying life on more than just one night a month. So here is a posting that I posted on my other site, it relates to Peace in our life... and What God has promised us... and most of all the love of my daughter in wishing me this gift of Peace for my birthday.

Repost from Living Life To It's Fullest.

On my birthday, (back in April), PC, my lovely daughter, her boyfriend and I, met for dinner out in Houston. We went to this real nice, quaint Chinese restaurant by my daughter's work. Upon being seated for dinner, my daughter quickly presented me with a gift and asked me to open it. She was obviously proud of her gift.

I teased everyone and told them, that with my aging way, I was going to do a "grandma" in opening my gift. I remember, so many times, birthday, mothers' day, any occasion really... when mother was presented with gifts, she would very slowly and neatly remove the wrapping and any bows from the gift. During the time that she neatly removed the wrapping one piece of tape at a time and meticulously removing the ribbon or bow, the rest of us aged a year or two during the process.

I finally opened the box and found some various wonderful gifts. My lovely daughter knows how much I love coffee, I was given some gourmet coffee "Texas Sunrise" and "Hazelnut" and to go along with the wonderful coffee, a gorgeous Red Coffee Cup with white Polk-a-dots, my daughter said she was looking for a cup with alot of personality... There was also a small little suede pouch in the gift box... before opening it up, she remarked with the following:

"Mom, you have so much love in your life, that I wanted you to have "Peace".

There was a cute little ceramic cross with the word Peace on it and a card that read:

Peace

Peace I leave with you;
My peace I give to you;
not as the world gives
do I give you.
Let not your hearts
be troubled,
neither let them be
afraid.

John 14:27

Her gift of Peace in my life, that moment during dinner, will stay with me always. My kids know what I've been through in my last 10 years of life, it hasn't been very peaceful at all. In fact, there has been many turbulent storms in my past, but those storms are well behind me. There has been alot of peace in my life these last two years, and the wishes from my daughter for continued peace in my life, well... there are no real words to add to the meaning of her gift.

I love you dear daughter, I thank God for you and your brothers every day.

Peace, sweet peace! It comes with the assurance of God's love and forgiveness. It comes from knowing that you are in right relationship with him. It comes from living each day in his care.

Cast all your anxiety on him because he cares for you.

~1 Peter 5:7

At the heart of the cyclone tearing the sky

And flinging the clouds and the towers by,

Is a place of central calm;

So here in the roar of mortal things,

I have a place where my spirit sings,

In the hollow of God's palm.

~Edwin Markham