This weekend, my husband and son had a really big dinner together. It was a truth-telling, love-sharing, tear-shedding time between father and son and I am glad I wasn’t there because I think women tend to mess up those moments with too much “fixing”. Men say what needs to be said and then they’re done and fine. That’s what happened with my men. They said deep words and then made some fun plans and then they ate a lot of bread sticks.
While they were gone, I was a mess. I wrung my hands and paced the floor and texted Steve asking him to let me know the minute he knew our boy was going to be okay. Isn’t that funny? I mean, really, after all that God has done and brought us through in the past few months, why would I think that Josiah’s “okayness” was in any way up in the air?
The God of Abraham.
The God of Isaac.
The God of Steve.
The God of Josiah.
That very God lives and moves and loves His own. Josiah Stern is His workmanship, created for good works and big plans and a beautiful future. And so I keep reminding myself that the God of Bo is also the God of Joe. He is more than enough for all the days and dinners to come.