Trust Over Fear

My daughter, Bekah, called me from soccer practice. “Mom, I think I did it again!” she said, sobbing. “My knee snapped just like last time, and I collapsed on the field. This can’t be happening!”

Bekah was a senior in high school. Her dream was to play in college. She had suffered a severe knee injury—a complete tear of her right anterior cruciate ligament—one year earlier and battled back from surgery.

Her doctors had called her a model patient and declared her ready to play. Getting back on the field had been a gift from God in the midst of the pandemic, as teens everywhere struggled with isolation and the loss of routines.

Bekah was right. How could this be happening?

“I’m coming as fast as I can,” I said. “Don’t fear the worst.”

My words were as much for me as they were for my daughter. Bekah’s injury had been a huge parenting