s we moved our youngest into a different bedroom last night, and I was child-proofing, and worrying about things he shouldn’t get into, my mind flashed back to the missionary speaker we had Sunday who grew up in Thailand and Laos. He lived in a military camp, and certainly not in a safe “child-proofed” area, including, having a real hand grenade as a toy, throwing in the air and catching. Can you imagine?!?!?! I worry about outlets and if he has a nightlight or not!
As I put some things away, it was as though God said, “If I can take care of a child playing with a hand grenade, I can take care of your son, in a safe bedroom, and will keep My eye on him all the time, just as I do those in Thailand and Laos.” No, I still won’t leave an un-blown balloon in reach of his bed, or hard candy on his nightstand, but yes, I can walk away, and know God is in control.
This reminds me too of a song my dad used to sing often, and part of the lyrics,