[I wrote the following in my journal during our last family camping trip]
Gripped by anxiety. All was well till gathered round the (camp)fire I felt my soul drop. Was it too many dangers? Hot fire? Uneven ground riddled with roots? Sharp searing hot dog irons? I could not affirm them (my sons) but rather ruined the night with my anxious craze. I cannot affirm them frozen by anxiety!
I cast all my cares upon You.
I lay all of my burdens down at Your feet
And any time I don’t know what to do
I will cast all my cares upon You
And he (God) will give His angels watch over you so you will not…They will lift you up in their hands so you will not strike your foot upon a stone (Psalm 91:12)
Isn’t my God so aware and able that He can keep my precious one’s from harm? Need I only trust his Hands and Eyes? Need I only lay their safety in His most able care? Different vacation but same lesson it seems.
Better Your Hands to keep
Those most precious to me
To Your trust I lay their life
No stumble, fall, no pain nor strife
“Angels watching ’round their feet”
God, my anxious soul entreats.