I waited for the phone to ring. The blackness of the night began to smother me as I listened in hope for the front door to open and close. Nothing. Silence. I tossed in bed with anxiety filling my mind. Where is she? I wondered. Please, Lord, don’t let anything happen to my child.
Again, my daughter did not come home. As usual, I despaired and prepared for the worst. She might disappear for the night or for a week. There was no way to know. How can a mother’s heart stand the uncertainty?
Now, I toss to my left side, I spot a glint of sunshine peeking underneath the blinds. The sun is coming up. A new day dawns. Then I hear a whisper in my heart: “Be still, and know that I am God” (Psalm 46:10). Hope is not gone. My hope rests in my God. I will not despair when the silence of the night screams fear into my head.
My daughter might not have come through the front door last night, but God slipped through the window this morning to give me hope.
Why are you downcast, O my soul? Why so disturbed within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise him, my Savior…. By day the Lord directs his love, at night his song is with me—a prayer to the God of my life.—Psalm 42:5, 8
Father, she/he did not come home again. My soul is downcast. I am disturbed. Help me not to despair over my wild child. Help me to put my hope in You. I ask You to help her/him learn to place hope in You as personal Savior. By day, direct Your love to them and by night allow Your song to be our prayers to You. In Jesus’s name. Amen.