When I’m lost and alone, worrying myself silly, doing everything I can, it’s hard to reach out to anyone; I tend to go inside of myself and hibernate like a recluse.
I peek out of the cave occasionally until I remember that I’ve done all I can do about this situation. I can’t control what happens next. It’s time to let go and let God.
My baby, my teen daughter, is in her own version of hell on earth, I guess. This bipolar nightmare she is living through has descended upon us once again and she’s in the hospital. They are changing her meds again and I hope the change helps and brings her out of this. I know God is with my child, but I hurt.
God loves our children deeply and if they’ve ever turned to Him in their lives, I have to believe that He is seriously paying attention when they get into trouble.
As her mother, I’m turning my beautiful teen daughter over to God, to His holy care and love, to bring her through this tough time she’s been enduring: we’ve all been enduring it…those who love her, I mean. We’re all in prayer for her. I trust God as I always have to have her back. I know He’s got this. Now I must just trust in that fact and stand strong in faith.
Father, thank you for loving Jessa and holding her in your arms. I don’t see through to the end of this road, but I know you’re in charge of our family. We in this household choose to serve you, Heavenly Father. Please bless Jessa and keep her exactly where you want her to be. I trust that you’ve got her well being in your hands through the doctors and staff at the hospital. Help me to rest in you and not to stress. Love you, God. In Jesus’ name. Adrienne.