Saturday, September 22, 2012
Beyond the Bandaid
No--that's not right.
Just say it.
I'm worried about him.
Never mind why. The reason doesn't much matter because he's a grown man and I can't do much about it.
But that doesn't stop the love. Or the worry.
In fact, his maturity increases the concern because my ability to influence his situation decreases with his increasing age.
Unlike when he scraped his knee falling off a bike or when little Jimmy took a poke at him on the playground, I can't kiss away his hurt.
I can't fix it.
And parents are fixers.
So what do I do? God has some advice:
This day I call heaven and earth as witnesses against you that I have set before you life and death, blessings and curses. Choose life, so that you and your children may live...Deuteronomy 30:19a
I want life and blessings for my children, but I can't get them by fixing their hurts and problems. I do it by choosing God.
Can I bring my sons practical help? Sure. In fact, I should.
But that help is only a bandaid in the larger scheme of things.
My choosing God, however--walking with Him before my children and the world--gives God the opportunity He craves to do what only He can do.
How do I know this? He told me:
Listen to His voice and hold fast to Him, for the Lord is your life.--Deuteronomy 30:19b
Choosing God first will probably alter the kind of bandaid I apply to my son's owie.
Choosing God first may open the wound farther so He can clean it out properly.
But choosing God brings real healing and everlasting life.
And that is what a mother ultimately wants for her sons.