I can’t stop wiggling in my seat. Continuing education day. Facts ring in my ears and I want nothing more than to run home and hug my kids. The information just keeps coming:
You'd think that I'd be hardened to a majority of this information, but unsurprisingly, there's no vaccine for empathy.
I watch videos of young men - unable to function, shivering like cornered animals, and terrified by hallucinations. One of them, the son of two physicians, experiences permanent brain damage from using bath salts* just a single time. One use results in days of haunting, sporadic psychosis until he's driven to self-harm.
The world gives plenty of opportunities to scare a parent senseless. That day in class is no exception. I spend the night tossing in bed, wondering if my husband and I are doing enough. Are we building up our kids so that they'll be able to withstand pressure to experiment with drugs? One hit. The brain is hooked and from then on, personal will power is negligible. I fall asleep in prayer as I so often do on my shouldn't-worry-but-ruminate-a-little days.
Dragging by morning, I grab a cup of coffee and slink back to bed after sending my oldest son out the door for school. I open to the book of Hebrews in the Bible to do my daily reading. Distracted. I see out of the corner of my eye that my four-year-old comes through the door, stares at me for a few seconds, and leaves once again. I figure that he'll turn on 2-8-9, the one channel on TV that he knows how to access. Disney.
Moments later, the bed jiggles as he climbs up and snuggles beneath the blanket next to me. With not much of a glance, I finish the rest of my chapter. Finally pausing to take a look, my breath catches. I grab my phone camera before he notices me staring:
Kids - they see us. Yes, they hear the world, succumb to peer influence, and soak in the conversations of the adults. But mostly, they see. TWEET this:
Hope is all around. For them, it may come from the very simple act of seeing our faith manifested in daily routine. Past all the warnings and the danger, they'll navigate this world by the tools we place into their hands every single day. That thought is both humbling, and a heartfelt relief.
As a dear friend likes to remind me, "Go in the strength you have..." No more. No less. We've been given just enough for today. (Judges 6:14)
What fears are you currently confronting? Share your sneak-peeks of hope below!
In the strength I have,
May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing [through the experience of your faith] that by the power of the Holy Spirit you will abound in hope and overflow with confidence in His promises. (Romans 15:3, Amp.)
*"Bath Salt": A manmade, unregulated stimulant - marketed as a cheap substitute for meth and cocaine. It was sold over the counter until the United States banned sales in 2012. That being said, the substance is not difficult to acquire.
M.S. in Marriage and Family Therapy. Earns Crossfit participation trophies. Disaster cook. Enthusiastic wife. #Boymom. Clutches her faith, not her pearls.