It's late. Too late to be up. But, I am. And, I'm tired. When I'm tired, I tend to worry.
Tonight, I worry about my son. Through this whole scoliosis thing, I've gone back to doing more research on NF. That's always a mistake. I read the stories. I see the faces. Then, I worry.
What will happen to Michael? What other complications will he face? Will there be more surgeries? More pain? What does the future hold?
Then, I remember.
He's in control. It's something I have to constantly remind myself. The "bad" things in life come to give God glory and to help us lean on Him. Michael's scoliosis and NF are doing that.
I want to cry. Partly, because I love my son and realize I don't let him know that as much as I should. I want to cry because I am afraid. I want to cry because I realize how my Lord loves me and holds my entire family in His hand.
"What time I am afraid (11:33 at night), I will trust in Thee."
"Casting all your care upon Him, for He careth for you."
I am so grateful for my Father who loves me and knows my heart.
I think I'll go to bed. But, before I do, I am going to give all my fears to the One who cares. Then, I'll sleep soundly with Him watching over me.