This past weekend, God gave me another chance to do the right thing. It's a chance I won't mess up.
You see, this past weekend my youngest son and husband went to Rocky Point, Mexico on a short mission trip. They went with a team of doctors and nurses to set up a weekend medical clinic. Since they don't have any medical experience, they played with the children of patients.
They had a great time and got back in time for a Mother's Day celebration with our family. On Sunday evening, while cleaning the kitchen, Robbie and I were talking about the trip. My husband had already told me Robbie had a great time, and everyone was impressed with how hard he worked, and how personable he is. (The proud momma in me loved that!)
Robbie had his back to me, washing a counter, and said quietly, "I think I may have found my calling."
My response Sunday night was VERY different than it would have been seven years ago. Seven years ago, shamefully, I wouldn't have been very supportive. ALL I would have thought about is how far away that might take the boy I love desperately. I would have thrown in a few "motherly" cautions and warnings. I might have expressed my concern not so much in words, but in held back affirmations. You see, I've done that.
Seven years ago, when his oldest brother wanted to go to Honduras at age 12, that's how I responded. He'd already gone to Mexico on a mission trip and it changed him. He wanted to pursue mission work. I never said no, but he eventually dropped the subject.
I'm ashamed. I've repented with many tears for allowing my fears to hold back my son from obeying God's calling. I've lived with the "what ifs" for years. What if I had done all I could to allow Josh to explore this potential calling? What would it have done in Josh's heart?
Sunday night, Robbie got a very different response. This time, I had to restrain my enthusiasm so he didn't feel embarrassed by my emotional response. A second chance had just been placed in my lap, and I wasn't about to mess it up.
"That's awesome!" I said, stopping cleaning and turning to face him. "Have you thought about another trip you'd like to take? The church sponsors lots of trips." (whoa back, Glynnis ... I could feel myself getting excited)
"I'd like to go back to Mexico."
"What about Uganda or Honduras?" I suggested. (Hint, hint ... I REALLY wasn't going to mess it up.)
"I think I'd like to try Mexico again before taking a bigger trip". (Well ... he's still got a bit of me in him)
"Robbie," I said, making sure he saw the confidence and pride in my eyes. "We will do what it takes to allow you to go on any mission trip you want."
And in my heart I heard Someone say, "Thanks Glynnis"
I smiled. No, thank You Lord for a second chance.
My friend, if you are the mother of younger children, please remember my story. From one mom to another. We can help each other raise children who will be bold for God, by saying "yes" when God plants something in their hearts, and then turning to each other and expressing our fears. If you struggle with this, I know your pain. But I also know that regret and disobedience is worse.
If you ever need some encouragement to say "yes" to the dreams God places in your child's heart - I'm here. Drop me a note and I'll pray for you.
In His Love,