As I Wait For the Mailman

Three straight days I've been waiting.
Well, really, three straight months.
My eyes keep darting out the window,
searching for the mailman who will deliver the news that's been so long in coming.
And wouldn't you know?
Today, a thunderstorm has apparently delayed our ordinarily punctual delivery!
On this day in history, April 17,
we'll potentially know where our son is going to college.
As I await the mail that contains a decision letter,
my heart is in my throat.

In these moments,
I'm so quick to pick up the phone;
to reach out in frantic desperation to someone I can touch.
Yet even as I punched in the number this afternoon,
God gently nudged me.
"I'm right here," He whispered.
How prone, how quick I am to turn to others before I turn to Him.
As I folded our laundry,
I told Him how conflicted my heart feels;
about the agonizing fear that's warring within me.
"Fill me with truth," I cried.
"Remind me that You're in this
and fill me with peace!"

And as a loving Father,
He gave me exactly what I need.
I kid you not, no sooner had I made that prayerful plea that the music to "How He Loves" began playing on my Pandora station.
You know, my song.

Immediately, I went back 35 years.
I remembered the times I was afraid,
the times I needed reassurance.
I'd run to my daddy's arms and he'd scoop me up,
assuring me that I was safe, protected;
that everything was going to be ok.
It's this image I have in mind as I come to my heavenly Father.
And this afternoon,
I found myself running to Him once again,
admitting my fear.
And as a loving Father,
He scooped me up.
He reminded me He's in control, He's got this, and everything is going to be ok.

For He loves me!
No matter the circumstances or life,
no matter the content of that envelope that's out for delivery right now,
I can be confident that as a loving heavenly Father---
a Father who desires His very best for us---
He is designing and working all things for our good.

He loves us, oh, how He loves us!

Update:  After a much delayed mail delivery (poor mailman was soaked), the letter arrived at 4:30 today.  Our son is accepted at the college of his choice.  Weeping happy tears of joy!