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ROOTED IN LOVE ◽ ENCOURAGEMENT
His Children
by Kaelin Scott
ENCOURAGEMENT - march 2024 - rooted in love.jpg

I think it’s pretty normal for moms to worry about their kids. Being a mother isn’t easy, and it can be stressful at times. It’s easy to get overwhelmed by everything that comes along with motherhood, and I definitely know this firsthand.

 

Anytime something remotely wrong happens with my kids, I immediately jump to the worst-case scenario in my mind. I tend to blow things out of proportion in my head, and then I freak out unnecessarily.

 

Sometimes, even if I know something’s not a big deal, I still struggle to think rationally and keep my emotions under control. I feel silly about it, but I have a feeling I’m not the only one who does this. It kind of comes with the territory of being a mom, right? We want to protect our little cubs from everything, and sometimes we turn into scary mama bears.

 

But I was convicted of something recently, and maybe you can relate. I’m not fully trusting God when I obsessively worry over my children. That’s the obvious part, but here’s what I realized that was actually pretty mind-blowing: My children are actually God’s children.

 

Let me repeat that. My children are actually God’s children.

 

What does that mean? It means that as much as I love my kids, He loves them even more. He protects them and cares for them and provides everything they need. He is a good Father to my children, so I don’t have to worry about them. I can rest assured, knowing they are safe in His hands.

 

It’s tempting to try to take control of every situation, but I’m not God. I don’t have all the answers, as much as I wish I did. But He knows every hair on my children’s heads. He sees every tear they cry (and each of my tears too). He knows them inside and out. And He already has their futures written in His book. Yes, they are my babies, but only because He was gracious enough to entrust them to me.

 

So instead of obsessively worrying or clinging so tightly to the reins that my knuckles turn white, I can relinquish control and trust God to take care of my family. I can do my best and trust Him to step in where I fall short. He loves me and He loves my children. They are not just my children to Him. They are His precious children, just as much as I am. He has my family in the palm of His hand, and that’s the safest place we could be.

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