Sisera's mom and me

After I posted the other day about being so worried about Matt when he was late coming home, I got a comment (now deleted) chastising me for not trusting God more and for keeping such close track of adult children.

So I was amused to find this passage in the book of Judges this morning: [Sisera was commander of a Canaanite army, with 900 chariots at his disposal]

²⁴ "Most blessed of women be Jael,
the wife of Heber the Kenite,
most blessed of tent-dwelling women.

²⁵ He asked for water, and she gave him milk;
in a bowl fit for nobles she brought him curdled milk.

²⁶ Her hand reached for the tent peg,
her right hand for the workman's hammer.
She struck Sisera, she crushed his head,
she shattered and pierced his temple.

²⁷ At her feet he sank,
he fell; there he lay.
At her feet he sank, he fell;
where he sank, there he fell-dead.

²⁸ "Through the window peered Sisera's mother;
behind the lattice she cried out,
'Why is his chariot so long in coming?
Why is the clatter of his chariots delayed?'

²⁹ The wisest of her ladies answer her;
indeed, she keeps saying to herself,

³⁰ 'Are they not finding and dividing the spoils:
a girl or two for each man,
colorful garments as plunder for Sisera,
colorful garments embroidered,
highly embroidered garments for my neck—
all this as plunder?'

³¹ "So may all your enemies perish, O LORD!
But may they who love you be like the sun
when it rises in its strength."
Then the land had peace forty years.

Sisera's mom and I have a lot in common, that's obvious: looking out the window, waiting for grown sons to come home, and imagining what's keeping them.

I guess the big question is--is this a universal Mom Thing, or are she and I both heathens who don't trust God?

I think it's a Mom Thing, true in every age and time and place. No matter how much we trust God, we don't rest easy until every child is home.