Today begins a four-part series on trusting our kids to God, each inspired by one of my own four kids. Today, let’s talk about letting their safety be his job, not ours.
The moon was up and full, shining on us on the drive to the airport. Why is 4:30 a.m. at the airport even an option? I was taking my eldest son to get on a plane with friends and classmates and great chaperones to head for a 12-day trip of a lifetime in the UK and Paris.
While we stood in line, waiting to check his bag, a little old lady wandered into our group. “I’m 82 and don’t fly often but I’m flying standby and don’t know what to do.” She had a scrap of paper in her hand with a handwritten confirmation number. I offered to help, walking her to the automatic kiosk and helping her get what she needed. Later she thanked me and asked where all these kids were going. I smiled and enthusiastically told her they are theatre students headed for 12 days to the Capitals of the British Isles and Paris. Her reply with a somber look, “Isn’t that were all that scary stuff is going on?” Blink. Blink. I wondered, How exactly do you respond to that as you put your child on a plane?
As I drove away from the airport I realized something: I was not worried about the “scary stuff.” Why? I mean, the world is a scary place and some of that ugliness has hit right where my son is headed. The reason I could hug him and wave goodbye as he walked to security very simply boils down to this: I trust God with my son.