Tonight I dropped off Edwin at the Mexico border. Edwin’s on his way with a team to help fight the sex industry in Acapulco. He’s doing surveillance, and a team of professionals will move in to stop the traffickers, if they’re able to identify them. I’m proud of Edwin for all he does for the Lord, and while this blog could be about the horrors of trafficking, I’m thinking of another issue…trust.

Tonight I left my husband at the Mexico border, and tonight I am learning a new kind of trust in God. While in the days leading up to his departure I have been tempted to fear and worry for Edwin’s safety…heck, who am I kidding. I wasn’t just tempted, I succumbed to it and fretted and worried all week. But tonight I am a bit more at ease; I’m resting in the promises of an eternally good God who is everywhere present.

Even more, I am learning just a bit of what my parents have faced as they’ve seen me off to various countries to do mission work. Not to mention the trusting they’ll be doing when we move to the Philippines for a few years.

So now I’m forced to put into action the faith and trust I’ve asked my parents to have for years. And I’m remembering that the hand of God is steady and sure, and he will hold my Edwin just as he holds and has held me.