My voicemail symbol on my office phone blinked. I proceeded to listening to my messages.
“Hello Ms. Swanson, this is the Westshore Elementary School Principal. Please give me a call.”
My heart and mind raced with many things. Did the boys have an altercation with another student or teacher? Did someone get hurt? I looked at the clock. I noticed it was right at 12 O’clock. Food allergy! Do they have their EpiPens? Perhaps they rushed the boys to the hospital. Which hospital? I regained consciousness and focused on returning the principal's phone call. A pleasant woman answered. No time for niceties lady just tell me what happened.
“I’m returning the principal’s call,” I said hurriedly.
“This is Ms. Swanson.”
“She’s in a meeting, could I take a message?”
“Yes, have her to call Ms. Swanson.”
Meeting with whom? My boys? I was freaking out! I called again three seconds later. It took that long to redial the number.
“Westshore Elementary,” the pleasant voice says again.“Hello Ms. Swanson, this is the Westshore Elementary School Principal. Please give me a call.”
My heart and mind raced with many things. Did the boys have an altercation with another student or teacher? Did someone get hurt? I looked at the clock. I noticed it was right at 12 O’clock. Food allergy! Do they have their EpiPens? Perhaps they rushed the boys to the hospital. Which hospital? I regained consciousness and focused on returning the principal's phone call. A pleasant woman answered. No time for niceties lady just tell me what happened.
“I’m returning the principal’s call,” I said hurriedly.
“This is Ms. Swanson.”
“She’s in a meeting, could I take a message?”
“Yes, have her to call Ms. Swanson.”
Meeting with whom? My boys? I was freaking out! I called again three seconds later. It took that long to redial the number.
“Yes, this is Ms. Swanson . I am very sorry to bother you again, but is the principal out of the meeting.”
“No not yet, but I can put you through to her voicemail.” I didn’t want to leave a message on her voicemail, I wanted to know what was going on.
“No thanks, just have her to call me as soon as she returns to her office.”
It hit me! Who do I trust in all of this? Why was I getting all upset? I went into prayer, gave the matter over to God. This anxiety was too big for me at that moment. If I kept going this way, I would surly have a heart attack. I took a deep breathe, exhaled, and asked God to handle it.
“Without faith, it is impossible to please God: for He that cometh to God must believe that He is, and that He is a rewarder of them that diligently seek him” (Hebrews 11:6).
Five minutes after I prayed, the phone rang. It was the Principal. She told me all was well. She had to talk to my boys for having sibling rivalry at school. “I’ll let you handle it at home. No other students were involved.” I thanked her and after hanging up the phone, I thanked God for intervening. Then I thanked the Holy Spirit for reminding me that putting my faith in God wins every time over freaking out! How often do you freak out when you get a phone call, visit or correspondence? Do you worry about things that hasn't happened? If so, next time, try prayer. Then believe that God heard it. He answers prayers. You will be amazed at the inner peace you get thereafter. I did!
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