I’m conflicted, Father.
We were longing for some time alone,
A night out,
For just the two of us.
For the first time
we have left him in someone else’s care,
And we’re not there.
But now I can’t relax.
I hear his voice and turn suddenly
to realise he’s not here.
I check my phone to make sure it’s turned on
in case we’re needed.
Should I phone to make sure he’s all right?
Should we go home?
Is he missing us?
Will the baby-sitter know how to calm him?
Will she care for him as she would her own?
Do you worry about me, Father,
When I allow my life to drift
away from your care?
When I place my trust and confidence in others
more than in you?
I thought how wonderful it would be for you to be here among my children. I planned to give you part of this beautiful land, the finest in the world. I looked forward to your calling me ‘Father’ and thought that you would never turn away from me again. (Jeremiah 3: 19, MSG)