Faith...

What is it about "Faith" that has us as a society constantly questioning ourselfs, our abilities and especially where we are going? I should think that if we were to use our faith the worries would be less, at least my stomach wouldn't be in a constant knot. But as my youngest daughter grows up and is going through her own turmoiled times, I find that my faith is constantly shaken. I want to use my faith to know that Danielle will be fine, that she will have a long and productive life, that she will be able to make good choices. A part of me questions all that, especially when she doesn't use her common sense. But to use my faith, I need to rely on my Father in Heaven to direct not only myself, but Danielle on her journey. And I need to let go and let Jesus take the wheel (as the song goes). My newest worry is having Danielle take a four hour plane trip to Maryland to my daughter's house for two weeks. The four hours on the plane concerns me, will she be okay, will she be able to keep herself entertained, etc. I have talked to her counselor, her psychiatric doctor and it seems to me it is me that has the problem, not Danielle. That should tell me something...it's not her...it's me! So, this is where faith comes in. I just have to know that God in Heaven has a plan and I am not in control, I never was. I need to give up the reins and let someone else drive for me. That should go in every aspect of my life. With my husband, family, work, finances, etc. I know the Lord will NEVER give me anything that I can't handle. I know that Danielle is an amazing young lady. She has overcome so much in her life, all the challenges, her disabilities and especially living with her mom. She has this wonderful talent with art. She can imagine anything, close her eyes, think it, then draw it. Another gift is her song/poem writing. I am amazed at what comes from her. I consider myself the luckiest mom to have raised her.