My heart is ripping for the parents of that little boy in Pennsylvania. A freak accident. Perhaps a small error in judgement? Who knows... it happened, regardless. I ache for them and cry for them whenever I think I about it.
It could have happened to anyone.
My world has changed since my boys were born. Whereas before, I could pity; now, I have a mother's love and an overactive imagination. How do I keep myself from fearing that something drastic would happen to my kids? How do allow them to play in the front yard, if there is a slim possibility that someone was texting and veered over the curb? How do I let them learn to climb a tree if they could fall and break a leg? How do I mother my kids with these fears? I do not know how to encourage exploration of their world without stifling them with my fear.
Lord, give me Hannah's faith... faith that you will care for my children; that I can entrust them to you. Help me to love my children as they should be loved. Help my love not to be guided by a fear of disaster, but help me to love them simply because they deserve to be loved. Put my anxieties and fears to rest. I am not perfect, Father. Help me to be the best mother that I can be. Keep me from envying others that I cannot live up to, and keep me from judging others who do things differently.
When I am afraid,
I put my trust in you.
In God, whose word I praise,
in God I trust; I shall not be afraid.
What can flesh do to me?
(Psalm 56:3-4 ESV)