What is scarrier than thinking that I might die, while my children are young, and leave them without their mother? That I would not be with them during the most important years of their lives. That I would not be here to see them off to school on their first day of kindergarten, or to see them play in their first baseball or soccer game. That I would not be here when they learn to drive or start dating. That I would not get to see them off to college or meet the love of their life. That I would not be here to hold my grandchildren and what them grow.
What is scarrier than thinking that I could lose one of my children? That one could die long before a parent thinks it's their time. That I could be left with an emptiness in my arms and a hole in my heart. That instead of a beautiful face to look at, tender hands to hold, warm cheeks to kiss...I may be left with a photo to look at and memories I cling to like my last breath of life.
This thought came to me today and it's scarrier than anything I've mentioned above. The scarriest thing to me, as a mother, is that my child or my children will not find their salvation in our Lord Jesus Christ. That my children's soul may be lost and their lives on a path to everlasting death instead of the everlasting life that Jesus Christ died to give us. That I might watch my children struggle with life while the answer, the salvation, the comfort and peace, the strength and direction we need is waiting right at their feet only needing to be accepted. This is the scarriest thing for me to contemplate as a mother.
But as a Christian, I know that fear and anxiety is not of the Lord. I have a 'big gun' to clear my pathway for this battle that lies ahead. That is prayer. My faith lies in God that my children will find their salvation and no matter when we meet the end of our life on this earth, I will never leave my children. For in Christ Jesus, we will spend eternity together.
