Worrrrrry...Worry.Worry.Worry

It has always been my middle name.

I never thought that my worry would increase, but along came you, baby boy, one of the sweetest gifts I've ever been given.

Some of these worries are not your typical worries. Some are the debilitating growth stunting type. I'm trying not to dwell on them or let them get me down. I'm trying to live with open hands Lord, but his little life is so precious most of the time I only feel him tighten in my grip.

I think about all that I want for him, hopes and dreams and plans, but I can't help but recognize that my plans may not be Your plans.

I worry about him getting teased in school, getting his heart broken, losing the state championship, getting hurt or losing loved ones. I wonder who he'll turn out to be, will he be the God-fearing respectable man that I'm praying for him to be? Will he live his life completely sold out for You? Will You be his refuge, his solid ground?

 I'm praying that You will be his greatest treasure.

It is difficult for me to let go and give You total control, although I know You have it anyway as we are in Your hands.

Help me conquer my worry and my fear. Crush them with Your truths, Lord. Replace them with mighty unshakable trust and faith in You.
You, Lord, are loving and good.
Any momentary trial we face is fleeting.

Nothing surpasses knowing You and spending eternity in Your presence.

"For this reason I say to you, do not be worried about your life, as to what you will eat or what you will drink; nor for your body, as to what you will put on. Is not life more than, food, and the body more than clothing? Look at the birds of the air, that they do not sow, nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not worth much more than they? And who of you by being worried can add a single hour to his life?...your heavenly Father knows that you need all these things. But seek first His kingdom and His righteousness and all these things will be added to you.
So do not worry about tomorrow; for tomorrow will care for itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own."

"Now suppose one of you fathers is asked by his son for a fish; he will not give him a snake instead of a fish, will he? Or if he is asked for an egg, he will not give him a scorpion, will he? If you then, being evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your heavenly Father give the Holy Spirit to those who ask Him?"

I know that it will be a constant battle to fight these worries about the life of my little one, but my hope is that You will shine.

"And He said to me, "My grace is sufficient for you, for power is perfected in weakness." Most gladly, therefore, I will rather boast about my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may dwell in me. Therefore I am well content with weaknesses, with insults, with distresses, with persecutions, with difficulties for Christ's sake; for when I am weak, then I am strong."

I pray that even through my worries my son will see Your Son.

I read this post last night and it was good for me to hear.