I tend to fret when my sons are away from home. Having a special-needs child exacerbates those concerns. Yet, I am slowly learning that I can’t love, protect, and provide for my sons as well as their heavenly Father can. My love is limited. His love is eternal, unfailing, and unconditional. My resources may come to an end, but God’s will never run out. My ability to protect is inadequate, but God never takes His eye off them. He watches over them everywhere they go, every second of every day. There is not one moment they are not held in God’s loving hand. So, instead of being a parent who paces, I’ve chosen to be a parent who prays.