Luke 2:41 Every year Jesus’ parents went to Jerusalem for the Festival of the Passover.
It’s probably a bad thing that this passage brings me comfort. I mean, I am absolutely not a perfect parent, but I’ve never lost my kid, like literally left him behind for a full day before I realized he was missing. In the messiness of parenting, this passage helps me to see that things happen. To all of us.
Luke 2:42 When he was twelve years old, they went up to the festival, according to the custom.
But this passage also reminds me that I have done my best to raise my children in the Lord, with a firm foundation. I wasn’t perfect at it, but they are both reaching an age where I have to trust that between our raising, their brains, and God’s grace, they will be ok in this world, even when I don’t know exactly where they are and what they are doing.
Luke 2:43 After the festival was over, while his parents were returning home, the boy Jesus stayed behind in Jerusalem, but they were unaware of it.
Precious Savior, I know how very much I love my children. And I know you love my children even more than I do. As they continue to grow and mature and become more independent, help them to trust You. Help me to trust them. Guide us all. Help us to shine Your light. Always. Amen.
Luke 2:44 Thinking he was in their company, they traveled on for a day. Then they began looking for him among their relatives and friends.
Have a blessed day.