
All parents have their own arena of parenting fears. When my boys were young, my fears tended to surround them being taken or harmed. Fears can paralyze us, can’t they?
One night, I tip-toed in to my boys’ room, tucked them in, brushing the hair out of their faces as they peacefully slept in their footed jammies. I sat down on the floor of their room to pray over them. As I sat there, I began to hear God’s voice asking me if I would trust my boys with Him. Would I give Him my boys?



