A few weeks ago I woke up to a 1am phone call from my daughter who was in far off Thailand. I knew before I even looked at her name on my phone, it was her and the news would be bad. She told me 8 bombs had gone off in the last few hours, all targeting tourists very close to her hotel.
Sleep and all other life circumstances ended for me at that moment. I stayed glued to the Internet for the next 24 hours as I watched 4 more bombs detonate far too close to my precious daughter. She finally made it to the airport and safely home.
I don’t think there has ever been a time that I relied on God more, prayed harder, or held my breath longer. Even at 22, she has always lived close to me and this somehow gave me a sense of control over her safety and wellbeing. Those hours between her phone call from Thailand to my beautiful little girl landing at our local airport showed me how false that sense of control has been all of these years.
God is the only one who can keep our kids safe. I couldn’t even reach her by airplane to hold her close and tell her she’s safe before her intended departure from this country under attack. Knowing this made me lean on God and trust Him to do that special comforting that us mommies sometimes think only we can provide.
I came to the realization it’s been Him all along. My body may have been there to hold her in those dark moments and my voice to soothe her, but He is the one who truly comforts and protects our babies. He holds power that we could only dream of.
Join me at my dear friend’s online space today, ArabahJoy.com, for more about this scary situation, including adorable pictures of my precious girl during her travels. If you are a chronic worrier like me, don’t miss the helpful new tool I’m sharing there…