Yesterday was a big day for my son Sander and Megan’s son Kimball. They went to Colorado snowboarding with Megan’s husband Chris and our sister Kendal’s boyfriend Rob. The boys (not the big ones) have never taken a trip without us except for camping….what will they do without their moms? I know exactly what they’ll do: have fun. We won’t be there to worry over them and nag them. I’m sure they’ll miss us, though. That’s what I keep telling myself.
As excited as Megan and I are for our boys, we’re nervous to let them out of our sights. To give you a little background on our boys, Sander is 16 and Kimball is 14. But they act like they’re really 9 and 7. They are a lot alike and get along great when they’re not fighting, that is. They both have ADD, love sports, junk food and pop, and basically don’t like to use the good sense that God gave them! We’ve always said that the boys’ guardian angels are amazing and overworked. They are our button-pushers too, if you know what I mean. It’s a good thing they’re cute because…..um, never mind.
A year and a half ago, our parents took all 15 of us on an RV trip out west. Our destination was Yellowstone. As we researched Yellowstone, we kept reading about the danger of thermal pools. So Megan and I were nervous wrecks the entire trip! We kept fearing the boys would go off the path, fall into a thermal pool and vaporize. It didn’t help that in our cabins, there was a book that was called Death At Yellowstone. What kind of dummies read that the day before exploring the park? That would be Megan and I. Let’s just say it didn’t put our minds at ease! Now here’s a little background about Megan and I: we’re worriers. For some reason, our minds automatically go to the worst possible scenario. Despite our strong faith in God, we have a problem fully trusting Him.
We know that God loves our kids even more than we possibly could. It’s true that bad things happen, but God doesn’t want us to waste our lives worrying. When I was pregnant with my twin boys, I was in the hospital for three weeks on bedrest. It was a scary time and I worried that the boys would be born too early. My Mom sent up a quote from a calendar that said, “Died a thousand deaths, but buried only once.” Wow, that was written for me! Worrying does not add hours to our lives, instead it robs us. My favorite verses in the Bible are Philippians 4:6-7:
“Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends understanding, will guard your hearts and minds in Christ Jesus.”
Another verse that is so helpful in remembering to trust in God, Joshua 1:9:
“Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged, for the Lord your God will be with you wherever you go.”
And one last verse…because you can’t have too many! Matthew 6:26-27:
“Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or stow away in barns; and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your life?
When we start to worry this week (I mean IF), we’ll cling to these verses. I’ll try to stop worrying about the boys on the chairlift together, wrestling, getting separated from each other, attempting a 360…….Ok, I’m a slow learner!
Here’s a link to another post about anxiety.
What’s your favorite verse to combat worry?