Kids and Stress

I am not referring to the stress kids create for us as parents, but rather kids dealing with stress.
Recently my adult child was in somewhat of an emotional meltdown while working through many crunch hours while furiously trying to finish some heavy English assignments. We were out of town, but was contacted by cell phone at the heat of this particular melt down. I could feel their stress quickly being transferred into my own body as the voice on the other end was quite animated with panic, exhaustion and mass confusion. Then, the quilt. I began to feel quilty for abandoning them in such hours of great need. Once the ranting on the other end came to an abrupt silence, I took a deep breath, began to speak as calmly as possible with words of reassurance and what I hoped would be very helpful advice. They agreed to follow through with the advice and then continue to persevere and push on through. We shared words of affectiona and affirmation and said your goodbyes. I couldn't shake the quilt and began to question if we should pack up and head home to show parental support during the next 24 crunch hours. Then, I took the time to specifically pray certain things for and over them. I gave them and their entire situation to the Lord asking that this too would become an opportunity for me to give testimony of His amazing love for my child. I now felt at peace at remaining put and letting God do what He needed to do to help my child see how much He cared. About an hour later Ireceived a second call. This time the same voice was now much calmer and composed as an apology was given for the great drama that exploded over the phone an hour earlier. Forgiveness was quickly granted, but even more importantly the testimony of amazing answers to very specific prayers that I had lifted up to our Heavenly Father on their behalf. It was absolutely thrilling to share with my child just how much the Lord wants to be apart of their life, especially during their greatest moments of stress and anxiety. He truly is the greatest destressor I know!

God is always reminding us of his love

Last week sometime I got to thinking about my birth. I wanted to know how much I weighed and what time I was born. I knew I weighed 6 something....anyways it was just on my heart as I talked to God. Both my mom and dad have died, so I thought I guess I'll never know. I mean it doesn't really matter. So there I left it with God.

A couple of days ago, my son asked me for graph paper. I looked all over upstairs but couldn't find any. That lead me to the file cabinet in the basement. I thought I had a paper file in there. As I was flipping through the files, I came across my baby book. I picked it up, thinking about and wondering if my weight may be in there. It was mostly a catalog/magazine with the first page being a certificate type form. It told the time...but no weight. (I'm sure I've looked at this a long time ago) For some reason, I decided to flip it to the middle....to my surprise there was another form filled out....it actually had my birthweight...6lb 11oz. I praised and thanked God immediately....It was like he was saying "I love you"....He knows the desires of our hearts and longs to continually show his love for us. I still have tears of joy when I think on that moment.