Yesterday as I was waiting to pick up my daughter from school I heard over the loud-speaker, "teachers, we are now beginning our lock-down drill. Please follow protocol." What a crazy and sad world we live in that our kids now have lock-down drills in addition to fire drills and earthquake drills. I couldn't help but pray over my kid's school and their teachers/staff and pray protection over all of them.
When I asked my daughter about her day, she told me that had a drill where they had to get under a desk and then hide behind a chair to protect themselves. She told me that if someone bad came to their school they were supposed to close the curtains and hide. I hate that this is now a part of her world. When did our world become so topsy-turvy? When did people stop using coping skills and seeking help and instead turn to guns and violence and going after innocent people?
It would be so easy as a parent to pull her from school, to keep her at home & shelter her from all possible danger! I see the allure of home-schooling, of keeping her close and filtering all she is exposed to. (Don't get me wrong, there is nothing wrong with home-schooling, I just know it is not the best option for our family.) I work in an Emergency Department for kids. I see too many crazy-sad stories to be ignorant. Kids get shot, kids get hurt thanks to poor choices from the grown-ups around them. They make poor choices themselves and are sometimes never the same after a simple crash on their bike or scooter. Some of these kids, they even die. In my 6 years in the ED, I think I've seen a little bit of everything.
It would be SO easy to live my life in fear and to not let my kids out of my sight. It would be so much easier to keep them with me, to trust no-one and to hover over their every move. But I can't. These amazing kids I have, they're not mine. They have been entrusted to me and to my husband. God has handed us these precious gifts, wrapped up in flesh and full of laughter. He has entrusted them to us. He has trusted us to guide them, to raise them, to teach them of His truth, to do the best we can to show them HIS love every single day.
With both of our kids, we chose to have them dedicated before they ever turned 1. By having them dedicated we were publicly telling those around us that we were committed to raising them in God's Word and to doing all we could to guide them in His truths. We gave them back to God as was done with Samuel in the Bible. We committed our children to God, to His care, to His plan, to His will for them. And we committed to walk with Christ as to set an example for them to follow.
As scary as this world can be and as much as I hate all the things she has to learn about "bad guys" and "danger" and "disaster", I believe with all my heart that God is with her. I believe with all my heart that He is with her each day, that He goes before her and guides her every step. And so I choose to trust Him. I trust that He loves her even more than I can ever fathom and that He has big plans for her. And so each day, I send her through the gates and into school and I linger there just a little longer until I can see that she is off and running. And each day I eagerly wait to see her smiling face, to hear about her day, and to shower her with love and affirmation of what an incredible kid she is turning out to be! Go get em kid!