Panic

I got a call no one wants to get when your family is away - there has been an accident. Thankfully the next words were "we're ok". My husband and oldest son have been visiting family in upstate New York and got into a fender bender this morning. No one was hurt, except for the car and thankfully it is still drive able. I am now ready more than ever to have them home. I wish I can say when they left the only thoughts I had were of what a wonderful time this would be for the 2 of them, but honestly I was thinking the worst. Things like if they got in a car accident and I was with them we all could go to heaven together; what if he took both children and risked losing everyone.....junk like that. And it is junk - it's the stuff the devil wants so badly for you to fear that it keeps your feet planted, unable to move. It's moments like this that I realize I am not in control. It's hard as a mother of young children to realize that, because so much of what I do with them involves my control. But their health, well being, and ultimately their lives does not fall under my control. It's God's. I awoke this morning with the urge to pray - not desire, not "oh I should do this" - the urge. God knew this was going to happen and maybe, just maybe he wanted me to be in the right mindset to handle it. I don't know if my prayers of protection for them changed anything this morning, but it certainly changed my heart to be so thankful that they are o.k.