Our Greatest Fear

Posted in: Parenting
August 24, 2010 with 2 Comments

A mother’s love is fierce and consuming – we all know that.  But sometimes, that consuming love can turn to consuming fear for the well-being of our children.  My iMOM friends share their greatest fear for their children.

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  • Gramma

    Thirty some years ago my two year old decided to take a “walk” just a couple of hours before dark. We lived in a rural area where the nearest house was over a mile away. He was carrying his toys in from the sand box while I fixed supper. After a number of trips I noticed it had been several minutes since his last toy deposit to the back porch right outside the kitchen door. My initial reaction was panic when I realized that I couldn’t find him. I’m sure God laughed as I ran back to the house to call for help (no cell phones then) while praying outloud, “God, I know he’s yours and he’s in your hands, and I give him to you, but if you take him from me you have to give me another child.” (Imagine God looking down on this little bitty woman “threatenig” Him. I’m sure He chuckled at the mother bear coming out in me.) Instantly the panick subsided and calm came over me once those words were out of my mouth. Half the county turned out to search for a little lost boy and I was the one calming and assuring the searchers and telling them that I felt in my heart that he was fine and would be found safe and sound even though it was getting dark. Two hours later (just after dark) he was found a little over a mile from the house. He wasn’t injured or even dirty in spite of his walk through about a mile of cow pasture complete with mud, trees, ditches, briars and brambles, nor was he frightened until his uncle ran up to scoop him into his arms, startling him. It was then that I realized that God looks after my children and when something happened over the years and the panic started I always handed my loved ones over to God once again. Each time he has returned them to me virtually unharmed. Let God drive the bus. He’s the one with the road map and the X-ray vision, not you. Stop trying to be in control because you don’t have any control, but He does. Then the fear and the anxiety will disappear.

  • Gramma

    Thirty some years ago my two year old decided to take a “walk” just a couple of hours before dark. We lived in a rural area where the nearest house was over a mile away. He was carrying his toys in from the sand box while I fixed supper. After a number of trips I noticed it had been several minutes since his last toy deposit to the back porch right outside the kitchen door. My initial reaction was panic when I realized that I couldn’t find him. I’m sure God laughed as I ran back to the house to call for help (no cell phones then) while praying outloud, “God, I know he’s yours and he’s in your hands, and I give him to you, but if you take him from me you have to give me another child.” (Imagine God looking down on this little bitty woman “threatenig” Him. I’m sure He chuckled at the mother bear coming out in me.) Instantly the panic subsided and calm came over me once those words were out of my mouth. Half the county turned out to search for a little lost boy and I was the one calming and assuring the searchers and telling them that I felt in my heart that he was fine and would be found safe and sound even though it was getting dark. Two hours later (just after dark) he was found a little over a mile from the house. He wasn’t injured or even dirty in spite of his walk through about a mile of cow pasture complete with mud, trees, ditches, briars and brambles, nor was he frightened until his uncle ran up to scoop him into his arms, startling him. It was then that I realized that God looks after my children and when something happened over the years and the panic started I always handed my loved ones over to God once again. Each time he has returned them to me virtually unharmed. Let God drive the bus. He’s the one with the road map and the X-ray vision, not you. Stop trying to be in control because you don’t have any control, but He does. Then the fear and the anxiety will disappear. The shortest chapter in the bible is Psalms 116. The longest chapter in the bible is Psalms 119. The verse in the very center of the bible is Psalms 118:8 and it says: “It is better to trust in the Lord than to depend on man.” Coincidence? I think not.