Our youngest child started school this year and now, 2 weeks in, the honeymoon has already worn off. He threw a massive fit before school this morning, protesting that he hates school and declaring that he will not be going back. Since I have heard this song before with the oldest son, I was able to very calmly explain to the new fit thrower that "sometimes we have do things we don't want to do." And although I was hopeful that this logic would turn a light bulb on and that would be the end of the protest, I somehow knew that the protest would soon make its way to the drop off line. The curb. In front of all the other parents. And kids. And teachers. And it did.
I had to get out of the car. I had to physically pick him up, and place him and his backpack on the curb of the school. And kiss his reluctant little forehead. And drive away. And then watch his sad little face in the rear view mirror. And then hope that someone would be gracious enough to help him find his class. And that he would eventually snap out of it and somewhere in there find a good day. And I had to go home. And I had to pray.
"God could you please just show up for him?"
"God could you please just be there for him today in a way that I can't?"
"God could you please just help him?"
And I have a feeling this will not be the last time I pray this prayer. Because I'm not promised that my kids will not have to go to hard places and endure hard times. I am not in control of their decisions or the way this broken world will treat them. And I can't be with them all the time. But I am so thankful that I serve a God is in control and who has promised to be with them. So whether they're looking for fulfillment and purpose, or just looking for their class, they have a God that can show up big for them, and help them find their way.
Joshua 1:9 -
"Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be frightened, and do not be dismayed, for the LORD your God is with you wherever you go."
