Honestly I’m shocked! Perhaps not for the reason you think. No, our little Macee hasn’t arrived, which I’m ecstatic about because I really want a September baby. What I am amazed about is my weight gain!
At any moment, I can put on my Television or go on my phone and see the news of tragedies taking place within or outside of our country. My heart grieves over the catastrophic journeys parents have walked. I’m constantly prayerful and I’ve shed many tears over the sorrow these mothers and fathers have endured. No one deserves the heartache of watching their child suffer or experience a tragedy. In times of sorrow, I’ve often heard the question of “Why do bad things happen?” or “Where is God when bad things occur?”
I believe with both of these questions we can find some direction from the Bible. It was while I was composing my first blog post on How to Conquer Parenting Fears Part I (if you haven’t read my Part I and would like to, click here), I realized these questions come up and they need to be addressed. If you’d like to empower yourself with 5 tools to help you conquer fear, I encourage you to read my first blog. I know it will bless you. In this blog post, I want to answer those questions that enter our minds in the midst of tragedies. I hope to empower parents so they can raise their children without fear.
Both of my children were napping near me while I was folding laundry; and all of a sudden a thought hit me like a ton of bricks…“What would I do if something tragic ever happened to my children?” In that moment my heart sunk into my stomach. Tears begun to fill my eyes and fear tried to grip my soul. In that instant I recalled my first brother.
My husband came home one day with a heavy heart. We were so busy with the kids, church and other tasks, he had to wait until the end of the day to share with me what had happened. As he began to pour out his heart to me, I felt grief consume me. I was offended by what happened to him but I kept silent. I struggled to keep my thoughts to myself but I knew I had to. He went further into detail about what had taken place and I kept thinking, “How could this happen to him?” I was appalled but I felt the Holy Spirit refrain me from speaking. One of our kids called for my attention, so I left my husband’s presence without muttering one word to him in response. Typically my husband would follow me around as I cared for our kids, asking for my thoughts but this time he didn’t. God needed to speak first.