This week I see my daughter facing her giants. Watching her face down her fears is a lot harder than when I face my own. Watching her walk out without any armor is terrifying and I find myself gripping my Bible with white knuckles. This seems the greatest test of faith I have had to face. How do I face it?
I remember that God loves her more than I do. God cherished her before I even knew that such a glorious child could exist. When Jesus was hanging on that cross, or kneeling before the whip, he was thinking of that wonderful little girl. She was in his heart every step of the way to Golgotha. I can trust my baby to a God that loves like that.
There is more to it than that. God loves me too. When it seems like the fears of parenting are about to knock me down, God is there to lift me up. If I step out of the boat, He will take my hand and lead me across the water. He will help me find my steps and He will give me the strength and courage I need if I turn to Him.
So this week, as I let me little girl go, I think of Jesse. I think of Jesse standing there watching his baby anointed as God’s chosen king. I imagined the tightness in his chest as the realization of what his son will have to face comes to him. Then I remember that David learned faith from his father. I remember that Jesse was a man of faith too, and that he trusted God to watch over his child. It is then that I can see the missing piece. I see Jesse kneeling with his son, David, and praying to God. So, I kneel down and I empty my heart, both my joys and fears to God. I choose to trust God with my daughter. In trusting God, I find peace.