December 27
Letting Go,
Trusting God
"He will command his angels to take good care of you. They will lift you up in their hands. Then you won’t trip over a stone."
Psalm 91:11 (NIrV)
Fiona stood by the kitchen sink, staring out the window as the streetlights flickered on. Marty was out again. She had told herself she wouldn’t worry, but here she was—arms crossed, foot tapping, waiting for the familiar sound of his key turning in the lock.
“He’s fine, love,” Tommy said from the couch, flipping through the news on his phone. “He’s a good lad.”
“I know,” Fiona sighed, drying her hands on a dish towel. “But he’s growing up so fast. He’s got his job now, saving up for that summer trip to Spain with his mates. Feels like yesterday he was just a little boy, holding my hand at the school gates.”
Tommy put his phone down and walked over, wrapping an arm around her. “We raised him right, Fi. We’ve got to trust that.”
Fiona nodded but didn’t answer. She trusted Marty, but the world? That was a different story. The thought of him navigating it alone—peer pressure, reckless decisions, hidden dangers—made her stomach churn. What if he met the wrong people? Got caught up in something he couldn’t handle?
Later that night, when Marty finally came home, Fiona noticed how easily he laughed, how carefree he seemed. He hugged her quickly before heading to bed, oblivious to the battle of worry raging in her heart.
When she and Tommy climbed into bed, she couldn’t hold it in anymore.
“I just don’t know how to let go,” she whispered in the dark.
Tommy reached for her hand. “We can’t be with him every moment, Fi. But God can.”
They lay there for a moment, silent. Then Tommy started to pray.
“Lord, we know Marty is Yours before he is ours. You love him even more than we do. Please watch over him, guide his steps, protect him from harm. When we can’t be there, send Your angels to guard him. Help us trust You more.”
Fiona squeezed his hand, a tear slipping down her cheek. The worry didn’t disappear overnight. But as they prayed, peace settled over her heart. Marty was growing up, but he wasn’t alone. And neither were they.
Prayer:
Heavenly Father, it’s hard to let go.
We want to protect our children, but we know we can’t be with them every moment.
Thank You for watching over them when we cannot. Help us to trust in Your care, to believe that You go before them, behind them, and beside them.
Give us peace as we place them in Your hands.
In Jesus' name, Amen.
