They are Mine

The other day I was at a church for a praise and worship night.  The focus on the night was on how God never fails us, how His love is all we need.  I was so thankful, so humbled, but also suddenly overcome with grief.  Literally, sitting in my chair sobbing.

I kept saying to God, "Thank you for being there for me.  Thank you for your sovereign hand upon my life. Thank you! But what about them...what about these two beautiful blessings you have given me? What about the many times a day I fail them! What about my boys, God?!?

As I sat there crying, I heard this whisper in my ear. "What about YOUR children? No, they are still MINE - as you are MINE.  And as I will not/cannot fail you, I will not and cannot fail them.  Because they are mine!"

The peace that came over me was unspeakable.  As all parents do, I give my all to my kids-yet I am human, and they get the brunt of my weakness and frustrations.  It gives my soul rest to know that their lives and their future are in His sovereign hands.  The same hands that promise to work all things together for good.

Thank you, dear Jesus, for loving the ones I love deeper, fuller, and more perfectly than I ever could.

This is a picture from my favorite Bible as a child.  I think I got it when I was 5 years old.  I love it mostly for this picture.  It has always reminded me of how Jesus holds His children and I found comfort in it.  Now I find comfort in it knowing that this is how he holds not only me but my children as well.