Unfortunately for my toddler daughter, I do two unhelpful things. I worry, and I process my thoughts out loud. Recently my 2.5-year-old had a severe allergic reaction to medicine. From head-to-toe, she looked like a piece of Italian deli meat.
I freaked out, and I scared her. My worry was not helping her. I decided that at whatever fear came over me, I would be my daughter’s rock. She needed to know that I was not worried, but instead confident in her care.
I want my daughter to see me as a steady and positive role model. I want her to know that she can trust me, and I don’t want to add fear to her life, especially in difficult times. Scripture says worry won’t add an hour to your life. “And can any of you by worrying add a single hour to your span of life? (Luke 12:22-31)
This message is an excerpt from a Women of the ELCA blog by Elizabeth McBride.
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