Humbled

Last night I had night class. The plans were in place for all four children. Doug would pick up Luke and take him to basketball with him. Sam would go to practice after school and then catch a ride home from friends. I would meet Kobe and Faith at home and then take them to the gym at 5:45 prior to going back to campus for class. Everything planned. Everything going as planned.

Until...
"Sam is not home."

The text message came across on my phone at approximately 7:30 p.m.

"Yikes!"

I tried texting him. Doug tried texting him.
No response.

And here we are...in a moment as parents...

And I would like to say my faith was in Christ. I would like to say that I put my trust in the Lord and that I put my trust in my new son.

But I confess today, I didn't.
      I let Satan in.
              I opened the door.
And, in he came...

Me: "Well, where is he?"
Doug: "I don't know, but he needs to learn that he needs to let us know where he is going."
Me: "Do you think he is ok?"
Doug: "I am sure he is. He's probably at the freshman game with friends."
Me: "Yeah, but he should let us know that."
Me: "I know...and he has homework."
Doug: "Seriously...why isn't he responding to us?"
Me: "That's it...we are having a heart to heart when he gets home."

In Satan walked...prancing around the house,
                               prancing through the rooms,
                                    doing a work on our thoughts, on our behaviors,
                                                                      on our words.

"Hey Mom..."
"What Luke? I am trying to find Sam. What do you need?"

Red cape. Red horns. Red tights. S-A-T-A-N.

"Well, Mom...he is upstairs in bed."

HUMBLED.
CONFESSION.
HEARTACHE

My poor son, he had been in bed the entire time!

As I let that nasty little devil jump through our open door,
                                                     let my mind wonder,
                                                     let my mouth run,
                                  my son was upstairs battling a head cold!

Battling two weeks of information overload.
Battling a transition from a 90 degree continent to a -2 degree town.
Battling the feeling of congestion and headache and dizziness.

Wow...dear Lord, forgive me for I have sinned!  Help me to trust in you. Help me to trust in my children. Help me to stop, not jump to conclusions, and just pause in my actions. Help me Lord to prepare my mind daily for the actions I will need to take, or the inaction you may want me to sit in.

1 Peter 1:13
"Prepare your mind for action."

And by the way, dear Lord, help my husband to check the house more thoroughly next time!! :)