Worrying

Mothers. We worry. A lot. I think for mothers, worrying starts when we see that little positive line on the pregnancy test. We immediately start worrying about their health, their development, miscarriages, and our abilities as a mom. Will we be a good mom? Will we know what to do?

Then we deliver our precious babies and another set of worries are born as well. For the first 3 months, we worry about Sudden Infant Death syndrome. We worry about their formula, new eating habits, are they developing on time?? Are we making a mistake by working out side the home?

Then we put these babies on a big yellow school bus and now we have a new set of worries. Will they get bullied, will they make friends, will they excel academically? No sooner than they start 1st grade, we start worry about college. Will they get accepted into a good one? Will they move hundreds of miles away?

As they grow, we worry about their friends, who they will bring home to date, outside influences, and grades. I will never forget that sinking feeling I felt when each one of my daughters drove off by themselves with that brand new drivers license that gave them the confidence that they could handle anything on the road. We worry when they move out for the first time for college. How will they make it without me reminding them to set the alarm or to remind them to do their homework? How will they survive all those temptations without me to set the guidelines and boundaries? How can they possibly stay fed without me buying groceries and cooking for them? If you had girls like mine, how are they going to keep the health department from shutting them down?

Then we start worrying about who they will marry. Thank goodness, when they get married, the worry stops....right? Sadly, I found this not to be the case. It actually multiplies your worries by adding another person to the equation to worry about. I can't even imagine when I get grand babies. I will have to get up earlier each day just to fit all that worrying in on any given day.

Worrying is almost a full time job for mothers. That is where faith comes in. I have to remind myself constantly that God loves my girls more than I do. He can be with them 24/7 even when I can't. He can see down the road and around the bend where as I can't. My girls lives is one of my motivations of living right before God. I want to live my life in such a way that when my girls call me to request prayers for themselves or someone else, I can. I don't want my life to be a hindrance to God from hearing and answering my prayers for the sake of my children. I wish I could say that I achieve this every single day. The sad truth is, I fail God each and every day in some way.

For this mother, my love for my children is a constant reminder of how much I need to rely on Him. How much I need Him. How much my girls need me to need Him.


If I hide regard iniquity in my heart, the Lord will not hear me.
Psalms 66:18