Why was I struggling to trust God to heal my child’s life, and tempted to try and “fix” her life in my own way? It breaks our heart when our kids make all the wrong choices. And Lana sure was as at university. She was also paying for those choices in painful ways that have left physical scars to this day. Everything her dad and I had taught her about obeying the Lord’s will drifted out of Lana like a dandelion puff in a breeze.
One day as I was cleaning our den I found a box of old photographs, old diplomas and photographs, and came across a faded blue airmail envelope my grandmother had sent me back in 1980 upon my engagement.
She wrote how thankful she was to the Lord that I had turned my young life around after a tumultuous youth, and that I had found a good partner in life. My grandmother wrote that her prayers for me were answered, that I was living the joyful things that God had planned for me.
For most of my life my grandmother and I were separated by the Atlantic Ocean. With her still in Ireland and me living in Canada, she didn’t have much opportunity to do things for me, other than pray and write letters. She certainly didn’t have the opportunity to “fix” things for me if I messed up my life which I certainly did until I turned around and started obeying God.
I resisted the urge to “fix” everything in Lana’s life. It wasn’t a matter of letting her suffer the consequences and to learn from that. We had to by faith put her into God’s hands, to trust that He would open her eyes. It was hard at first to stand back in faith and let God work. But then we saw the Lord start to work in her life. We saw our prayers for Lana answered. In 2010 the Lord brought her back to Himself, and her faith was all the stronger for it, because it was her own faith in Christ, and not just that of her parents.