At the age of sixteen, my son was bound and determined to ruffle my feathers. I put a lot of prayers up for him and God heard every single one of them and moved. It was still a time in which my faith was stretched. Towards the end of that hilly experience, I remember the exact night that I grew up and moved to another level regarding my son and situations.
He was going to a party that night with friends. He was nineteen and in college. I didn’t want to tell him that I wanted him to come home at a decent hour because I felt that he might misunderstand and do something else. So, I carefully veiled my words and asked casually: “So, when do you think you’ll be home?”
He saw right through it. With a fascinating twinkle in his eye and a smirk on his face…he said: “Who knows when I’ll be home.”
I laughed. He gave me my answer and he did not even realize it.
I said to myself: “God knows.”
He left and I went to bed. I said to the Lord before getting in bed…”Father, I am giving this all to You. Good night.” I slept like a baby on my pillow of faith.
Around midnight, I awakened and noted that he was in his bed asleep.
For I, the Lord your God,
hold your right hand;
it is I who say to you, “Fear not,
I am the one who helps you.”