Most days I love it, especially now that all the kids are in school and especially when it's my BFF whom I share everything with and get so much encouragement from.
But today I hope I don't get the call. The call from my son. In tears. Wanting me to come pick him up from school.
This all started a few weeks ago without really any warning. Zachary tried calling me about an item he wanted from the book fair that was going on at his school. He tried at home and couldn't reach me. I was out walking our dog "Summer". So he tried my cell phone which I was already talking on and not talented enough to know how to answer another call when I'm already on the phone.
This sent him into a panic and when he finally got a hold of me, he was so worked up, that I had to go get him and bring him home.
There have been several of these phone calls since.
Being only 10, it's difficult for him to articulate what makes him feel the way he does. He has told us vague concerns about something happening to one of us but nothing concrete.
It's so hard to see your child in pain. Especially when you feel helpless to know what to do.
His Dad and I prayed with him last night. We've tucked bible verses into his school agenda and this morning I found a mini teddy bear for him to take with him. We've also arranged to take him out of school for lunch every day until he feels better.
He didn't want to go this morning and it was so hard to send him off. I told him he could call me whenever he needed to and that I'd see him soon. I reminded him that Jesus was with him and repeated his verse. I gave him a super hug and as lightly as I could told him to "worry pas!" Now if only I could do the same.
"I prayed to the Lord and He answered me
and freed me from all my fears." Psalm 34:4
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