God Knows Best

He was amazing.

This young man who hides out in his room most days and barely says a word to us was eloquent, funny, poised and confident. His subject matter was relevant to the youth he was speaking to, and his examples were current and up to date.  In short, he was anointed.

And it left me speechless, proud, excited and awestruck that God would use my son to reach out to the kids around us.

It also gave me a hint of the future and I am eagerly looking forward to what God has in store for him.

But I have to admit, it also convicted me a bit.

I am so used to calling him ‘mine’.  From the moment they placed him in my arms he was ‘mine’.  When I introduce him I say, “This is MY son.”  I refer to him as ‘mine’, but…is he really?

The Bible says in Psalm 139:13, “For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb.”

If God created him, if God saw him before he was even conceived, if God already had his future mapped out and planned before I ever held him in my arms, then how could I possibly consider this child mine?

In Psalm 127:3 it says, “Children are a gift from the Lord; they are a reward from him.”

This boy who has grown up in my home, who has filled my heart, is a gift from a loving Father who wanted to bless me.  He was never mine to begin with.

In Jeremiah 29:11 it says, “For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “Plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.”

So what this means is that I need to give up my possessive clutch and learn to let go.  My plans, my hopes, my dreams for his future don’t really matter.  As mothers, that can be the hardest part of the gift God has given us.  We want the best for our children, but our best doesn’t measure up to God’s best.

We must…I must let my son’s hand slip from mine and into the hand of God.  I must learn to trust Him, even as He trusted me with His gift.  He was never mine to begin with, but I am so thankful God has allowed me the privilege of calling him my son.

Love,

Kathy