Our college girl tore her ACL and her meniscus while on a spring break ski trip. She gets to wait until the end of the semester, but four days after she’s done, she’s going in for surgery. She’s one tough kid, and she’s handling this trial remarkably well. But, there have been moments when we’re talking on the phone and I hear her voice get a little trembly.
It’s all I can do to maintain some semblance of composure.
It’s funny how when my girls are hurting, my heart responds as if they were little children again. Pain can leave us exposed–make us vulnerable. The Mama Bear in me wants to protect her with all my might. I would like to camp outside of her dormitory and follow her wherever she goes for the next month, but something tells me Jenna might dislike that idea.
So, instead of loading up my sleeping bag, I will load up on prayers. She belongs to the Father of mercies and the God of all comfort. He promises that when she is weak, He is strong. And He promises that all things work together for good of those who love Him and are called according to His purposes.
And, He promises to always make good on His promises.