I Am Faithful to All My Children

Somewhat recently God has been teaching me what it means to trust him and not to fear. Mostly it was after my first daughter was born that he drove this lesson home. It's so easy to fall into a trap of fretting over what could happen when you have children. I knew then what people meant when they used that corny expression that having kids was like having your heart walk around outside of your body. It is corny, but the meaning is true. You feel like your kids are a part of you and that it would just rip your heart out if anything happened to them. To some extent, I think I have learned the lesson. My thoughts of my children are not monopolized by fears and worries. I've said to God "they are your's, Lord." I have rested in his promise that he is in control, and not just that he can prevent the bad stuff from happening, but that even when the bad stuff does happen he is still trustworthy and loving and kind and gentle and sovereign and good.

But then a good friend of mine had a baby--a little boy they named Malachi. He was born with severe defects, and will require multiple surgeries before she can even take him home. It's going to be a long and exhausting road for her and her husband, both emotionally and physically. And what did I start to do? I fretted. I worried about my dear friend and how she would be able handle this.

I received an email update from this friend this morning. Here is a portion of it:

Some would say why us? We, too, ask "Why us?" but not in the way that you might be expecting. "Why have we been chosen and blessed with this opportunity?" To that, we can only praise Him and do our best through Christ's power to raise and care for Mr. Malachi. To God alone be the glory.

I read that and in my heart it was as if God was saying "See? I am faithful to all my children." And I realized I hadn't learned the lesson. Perhaps I had learned to place my own fear and pain into God's hands, but I wasn't trusting that the same God that I had put my faith in was the same God who would give my friend strength and peace and hope and grace and courage for each trial. I think I actually had the thought that God wasn't supposed to be doing this to them. He should have done it to me, because he had taught me how to handle it. Why did I think that he didn't also teach them how to handle it? I needed to learn that not only is my life in God's hands, but the lives of all his people. And as Paul says, nothing will be able to separate us from his love in Christ Jesus. He is accomplishing his purpose, not just in my life, but in all the lives in his church. He is preparing his bride for glory.