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Fear came to live at my house this week. Not irrational fear, but reasonable, understandable fear.

My son, like so many children, has a form of asthma. Normally it is very well-controlled, and we hardly think twice about the regular inhaler he has used two puffs, twice a day, for going on 10 years now. But once in a great while, the beast rears its ugly head, and my beautiful, joyful son is suddenly unable to talk, barely able to breathe, silent tears dripping down his face as I hold him at my side, albuterol inhaler in hand, praying that each puff will ease his breathing. Scary.

I anticipated the beast for a week. My son has had a tenacious cold, a typical trigger for him. And when the crisis came, we followed our pediatrician’s prescribed action plan. Only this time, it just didn’t seem to clear up. He continued to cough and struggle. Scary.

Reality bites. We live 20 minutes from an ER or the arrival of an ambulance. Twenty minutes might as well be a lifetime when your baby can’t breathe.  Scary.

We made the ER trek, received the treatment needed, and went home with medication and a plan for the next few days to prevent relapse.  But when the plan was finished, the cough reared up again. Round two. Scary.

I’m not really sure at what point I let fear in.  On the way to the ER?  At night when I put my son to bed, wondering if he would have an attack during the night?  Going out with my husband for an hour, praying nothing would happen while my teenage daughter was in charge, even though she knows what to do?  Was it listening to the cough echoing through the house all day?

The truth is that some medical conditions are scary.  They really are life threatening, and the unknowns can be overwhelming.  As a parent of one of these special children, I do my very best to take care of him.  But at the end of the day there are just some things I cannot control.  I have to recognize that God loves him even more than I do, and I need to entrust my child into His hands.

[verse reference=”Psalm 56:3-4“]When I am afraid, I put my trust in You.  In God, whose word I praise, in God I trust; I shall not be afraid. [/verse]

The Psalms have a lot to say about fear, but I’ve always felt that this one, Psalm 56:3-4, says it all.

When fear comes to live at my house, I make a conscious choice to put my trust in God, in His word, strength, love, and power.

I will.

It is my decision.

As my son continues to recover, he needs a mother full of faith, not fear.  So I make trust my companion and send fear out the door.

When you fear for your child, I pray you will respond in faith … I know, first hand, it is possible.

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  1. Thanks for sharing so candidly, Megan. Fear, like asthma perhaps, sneaks up on us and squeezes breath from us even if we try to be prepared. Thank the Lord for His Word, which talks to us about fear and tells us God is bigger than all things. May we all continue to grow closer to Him.
    Praying for you. 🙂

    1. What a great analogy! And of course there are so many other fears we have in our lives…choosing to trust God instead is sometimes so hard, but it is so freeing! Thanks for your encouragement.

  2. Megan,
    I have been where you are. Truly. My daughter does not suffer from asthma, but was kicked in the face by a 16-hand horse last Labor Day ( she was 8)- causing spider-web fractures to her maxillary bones, a broken nose, 2 small brain contusions and black eyes. Those seconds feel like eternities and you feel like you’re not really present – all you can think about is “God, help my child!” You are correct – God wants the best for us and our children – He has plans for each one of them. I learned so much about humility, trust, faith and grace that day and the following weeks. We are truly blessed – she healed beautifully and continues to ride her pony! ( she was in a field and was kicked by another horse) . ( On an aside, I have asthma and I know how it feels to not be able to breathe – I can only imagine how you, as a parent, feels during those times. I will keep you and your son in my prayers)

    1. Hi, Kristin, I am so glad your daughter has healed well! It does seem to take trials to teach us so many lessons about trust. Be blessed, and thanks for your encouragement!