Twenty one years ago I had my baby Abraham, my thirteenth child. He was born in the middle of August. We were invited to a Christian Summer Camp in Wicklow, Ireland, the third week of August. Abraham was only a few days old when we set off for a holiday. I did not want our family to miss the holiday before they went back to school in September. I believe having a family holiday is so important. The parents are away from work and all can spend time together in a relaxed environment. It is a time to make memories that will be recollected later on dark days.
We sent off with the new baby and nine other young children in our yellow van. We were warmly welcomed by friends at the camp site. Other mothers wanted to see my new born baby. They couldn’t believe I came after giving birth a few days before. The adventure was worth it. There was family and friends around to help. There were games arranged for children in the mornings. There were parks to play in under supervision.
We rented two caravans. My daughters helped me. Visitors called to see the baby.
My boys loved the outdoor activities. They could let off steam and expend their energies in a safe environment. One of my sons fell and knocked his head. He was slightly dazed. My husband and I agreed not to take him to hospital and prayed for him. If he got any worse we would go to hospital. We were staying in the middle of the country a long way from the nearest hospital in Dublin. I did not like the thought of a long drive to the hospital and the disruption to our holiday. I believed my son would be alright according to the Word of God.
I remembered Psalm 91
If you say, “The Lord is my refuge,” and you make the Most High your dwelling, no harm will overtake you, no disaster will come near your tent.
For he will command his angels concerning you to guard you in all your ways; they will lift you up in their hands, so that you will not strike your foot against a stone. (Psalm 91:9-12 NIV)
I prayed and trusted God that no disaster would come near us in our tent/ caravan. My son had a good night’s sleep and was alert and his normal self in the morning. God healed any pain my son had. He went out to play as usual. We had a great holiday.
God our Father and Jesus promise that if we obey him he will bless us and protect us under his wings.
Whoever dwells in the shelter of the Most High will rest in the shadow of the Almighty. I will say of the Lord, “He is my refuge and my fortress, my God, in whom I trust.” (Psalm 91:1-2 NIV)
I would have been a nervous wreck if I was worried about my children. I learnt to trust God. I was not in control. I trusted God to look after my family.
We learnt from a family who came to stay in our town. The parents let the children run, play, climb trees and scale walls. Some of us in Ireland can be afraid to let children out of their sight. Perfect love casts out fear.