Getting ready for my next trip-hastily. But I am reminded of this:
There is no place for my fears and anxieties over travel and over my potential demise. The earth is the Lords and everything in it. My life is the Lords and so is the life of my child. And under his wings we have refuge. Pretty sure that's in the Bible somewhere. Like in Psalms. The point is, while as a mama bear my concerns are understandable, they simply should have no home. As a daughter of the most high God, I have had this child entrusted into my care and that anguish I have felt does not belong. No matter what, God is bigger and his hand is greater. And even if something did happen, my prayer is that God would take care of my child. Because he's his. And I have talked to Caleb. He knows. Just the other day, Caleb was carrying a new toy on his back from the car. He remarked that he was the depiction of what slavery looks like. Being forced to do something against his will. I have to admit, I was taken aback with slight amusement. But he continued in saying how the ancient Romans had slaves. He actually thought that the "'isciples" were slaves. Then he tied that into how Jesus came and was not the king they expected, but the king that they needed. We discussed why that was. We discussed that this was because Jesus came for our freedom, in love. Our children know much more than we expect, and maybe, they're actually learning when we try to teach them something. Even when it doesn't look like it. Even when they're making dinosaur and transformer sounds instead. They know.
This trip is for my family. While I would love to see the beauty of Taiwan, I get to see this family who makes my mom come alive in a way that is life giving.