Safe in His Hands
“My sheep listen to my voice; I know them, and they follow me. I give them eternal life, and they shall never perish; no one will snatch them out of my hand.” John 10:27–28 (niv)
“We’ll talk again soon. I love you.” I tried to infuse every ounce of support and compassion I could into my voice as the phone call ended. As I put the phone down, my hand shook and tears poured down my face. One of my adult children had just told me about a choice that I knew could lead in a bad direction. The feelings of helplessness were brutal. When they were toddlers, if my children ran into the street, I could dash after them, swoop them up, and carry them to safety. These days, I sometimes feel that I’m standing at the curb while they play in traffic, spiritual dangers bearing down on them like semitrucks. I’m stuck on the curb, seeing the oncoming cars. I shout myself hoarse as that child smiles and waves and says, “I respect your opinion, but I’m fine right here.”
After the recent tough phone call from one of my children, panic colored my prayers. But slowly, Jesus reminded me that my worry didn’t glorify Him. Even those who are most precious to me—my children—are safe in His hands. The days of young children in the home—when I chose nutritious food for them, led them in devotions and held their hands when we crossed the street—are past. It hurts when they make worrisome choices. It is true that I can’t physically whisk them to safety these days, but I continue to pray for them, listen, love, wait and trust. The Shepherd of our souls who began a good work in them will bring it to completion.
As I pray for my children each day, I thank God that I had the privilege of parenting them for so many years, and that He continues to guide their lives. I also ask Him to hold my hand tightly, and that if I wander off the curb, to pull me back to safety.
FAITH STEP: Think of the people who matter most to you. Ask Jesus to guide them today.
Written by Sharon Hinck