Worrying for Our Children

Some might wrongly think, if you write a book on a topic, you’re an expert. I hope you will find when A Household Gospel releases, I make it abundantly clear I am anything but an expert on the topic of the home. I’m an ordinary guy who’s learning daily to trust Christ for the grace I need for that day. That became more evident to me over the last three weeks.

I’ve spoken about my battle with depression. It often starts with fear of the unknown and not trusting God. I think something like, “You have this big responsibility coming up. That’s way more than you can handle.” Or “Your family is traveling without you. Who will protect them?” If I leave those thoughts unchecked, I spiral downward swiftly.

The last few weeks has been a battle for me. My oldest, Claire, turned six this last Tuesday and is entering first grade. We sent her to smaller, Christian schools for K4 and K5 primarily because of phonics, but, also, because of the Christian element.

My wife and I decided this year, we would send her to our local public school. The thing is we live in South Carolina and it’s a fair bet a good majority of the teachers are Christians. At our daughter’s school, the principal is and a handful of teachers are. Also, they have a bible club. This ain’t no pagan temple.

But it’s a much larger school than what she’s used to. More students. Wider range. Just different.

For some reason, she didn’t want to go to school. She wasn’t looking forward to (which is odd because my daughter loves socializing). Before meeting her teacher, she described her oddly like the old witch from snow white.

I started to panic and worry. I battled my own lack of trust. I kept thinking of worst case scenarios. I would catch and have to remind myself, “Know one takes care of your children like God. He’s faithful to his promises. They belong to him in life and death.” I preach that truth to my kids and I found myself now preaching it to myself.

So today I was eager to hear about my daughter’s first day. I asked how it was. “I loved it.”

“What was your favorite part of the day?”

“My teacher is sooo nice. I love her. She’s wonderful.”

I chuckled in my heart. “How foolish not to trust God.”

I think we all need to remind ourselves:

  1. Our children are not us. They may be like us, but they are not us. 
  2. We must trust God with them. He is faithful good or bad.
  3. Stop worrying, and lean hard on God. He’s the anchor that won’t break.