“Don’t worry, Mom, I’ve got brass knuckles.”
This was my ministry minded middle’s way of reassuring me.
He has brass knuckles, therefore,
if he is attacked on the subway or on the streets
in a high crime part of the city
while walking back from coaching an inner city boys’ basketball team
I’m not to worry.
Uh, yeah, right…
It doesn’t work that way when you’re a mom.
I grew up feeling a lot of fear, that “muscle” is well-developed.
The trust and faith muscles atrophied
I’m building them back, working them out though.
Aaron provides me with many training sessions with the Lord.
“Push past being afraid,” God reminds. “I’ve got this. I’m Jehovah Shammah (God who is there).”
And when he went to Lake Shore Drive to experience Hurricane Sandy and sent me THIS picture of the waters nearly engulfing him…
Oh Lord, my olive shoots
With only five minutes to write, I featured just one olive shoot currently on my heart but I have a Soldier and an orange hair, freckle face OS too, sooooo,
At least the crime rate is lower during cold weather – (another one of Aaron’s gems…)
The trust and faith muscles atrophied–> LOVE THIS LINE!!!
Thanks Calypso but through the years, those parts of me are getting stronger! Bless you!
That picture is UN. REAL.
Oh yes, Meredith, and it was unreal especially when he said it was HIM in the picture!
I understand this feeling completely. My cadet is enjoying the big, bad NYC for YWW tonight, and I am a nervous wreck! It’s all part of being a momma.
As frightening as that picture might be, it is really, really amazing!
I noticed that WP was getting slammed with bad weather! Why can’t they just come home and let us baby them??? Seriously!