Why Worry When You Can Pray?

I lingered on this thought as I helped my mom pack up her things. As long as I can remember this little painted wooden banner saying "Why worry when you can pray?" has hung in our kitchen. I pack it away and wonder if she'll hang it in her new house. I often worry about Alex's future. Will he be able to overcome this speech disorder? How will others treat him? How will this affect his life long-term... his education, employment, relationships? I try very hard to put on a good game face and insist that things will work out and we will live happily ever after. I honestly do feel that this is all in God's hands. However, I am also human and feeling completely helpless in this whole situation. As a mother, that is a terrifying feeling. So much is still up in the air with our insurance company. My husband's employer's human resources department is telling us that coverage has been approved and yet the insurance company is telling us that no such decision has been made. I've already noticed Alex having a hard time with a word or two that he was using consistently in private therapy. I try to have him use his speech as much as often, such as the other night when he wanted me to open something for him, I had him repeat "open" a few times. Each time it came out sounding different from the last, and none of them correct. This is a word he was saying very well just weeks ago, and even since then as we've used it in causual reminders at home. I'm so frustrated and discouraged. Alex is such a sweetie pie. I just adore him. I want so much for this to be overwith. I do, however, have to remember to put things in perspective. He's alive... he's healthy... he's happy... and there is hope for his future. Why do I need to worry, when I can pray? Thank You, God, for blessing my life with my intelligent beautiful boy, Alex. Thank You for how he has touched my life and how this journey has brought me closer to You. Thank You for loving me even on days when I feel heavy laiden with worry, guilt, pitty, fear and doubt. Thank You for bringing me out of that pit and lifting me up again with your promises for his life. God, help me to trust that YOU alone are always in control, and may Your Will be done in Alex's life. Help give me strength to fight for him one more day, to teach him one more day, and to keep the faith one more day. Amen.