My faith can sometimes be so small and fragile.

Today was a test for me. Our son wanted to go to a guitar store in Nashville. Not a big deal. I had even offered to go with him. He is very independent. He doesn't require much company. He didn't really need me to go with him or want me to go for that matter. He wanted to go, hang out for hours and simply be. Of course, he is going to college in a few months. Of course, part of growing up is letting go and giving freedom. Being a mother is so humbling, I always say this. When you watch your flesh and blood pull out of the drive, you want to make sure they know how you feel. With guys, a mother walks a thin line here, you must balance concern with confidence. I always feel confident in our son being wise, careful and aware. He makes good solid decisions in the heat of the moment and always stays calm. Regardless, I always place our children in the hands of God when they walk out of the comfort and protection of our home. When I become scared, think they didn't make it, when all those wild, crazy thoughts run through my head....I quote favorite scripture, lift it all up to Jesus. I picture Jesus being beside our children, every step, every inch....no matter where or how far. The nature of stress is to question the good and choose to believe the worst. I have done this. As our son called to say he was headed to eat at Steak and Shake on the way home, I was worried about him eating alone and even suggested we meet..then it occurred to me. He's not alone. Never in his entire life will he ever be alone. As his mother, I am passionate about claiming this promise from my heavenly Father, He will never forsake us. He will never leave us stranded. He will be at the table for our son's favorite meal at Steak and Shake. Let me tell you, to become a mother is truly the greatest gift in life, but to travel this journey alone, without the faith of my Lord and the peace that cannot be understood, well I am just not strong enough for the job...alone.