Not My Baby Boy
I have to truthfully say I am totally indebted to computers and online talking. I grew up with radio as the main form of entertainment in the home—now I know that dates me—I finally moved on to television which even now seems out of date. We hear so much about the bad side of the internet, but it does have its good side.
A few short years ago, in the midst of the Croatian/Bosnian situation, our youngest son, who when he was growing up would not even spend one night away from home—not even next door with his best friend—called from Panama City, Fla. to say that God was calling him to go to Bosnia as a missionary.
“Oh no, son, you must have misunderstood; He must have said Boston, not Bosnia!”
That’s the last place we wanted our baby boy, though he was 34 years old with a wife and two children. That place was nothing but a war zone!
But, in spite of my pleas, he knew that was where God wanted them to be and they went. In my heart, I knew if God had called him and his family there, He would go before them and take care of them. Well, that mother instinct set in and I have to admit that I did worry. It was bad there, and it was so far away. My faith had gone from a mustard seed down to an amoeba.
One day I was online checking my e-mail when all of a sudden this IM popped up with these words.
“Hi Mom and Dad, it’s us. We’re in Zargrab, Croatia and doing fine! We are witnessing for the Lord and even baptizing some in the Adriatic Sea.”
He had taken his laptop computer and found a connection.
You know, I believe God has satellites in a lot of special places, just for worried mothers like me. I was never so glad to see those words, “Mom, we’re fine.”
I should have known, God is always in control and if He calls you, it’s all taken care of.