My baby called, anxious, crying. She’d considered not calling me right away, but was packing for a hasty departure.
In an email, the FBI stated, "Out of an abundance of caution, the FBI Philadelphia Field Office notified local colleges and universities of a social media posting which threatened violence at a Philadelphia-area college or university for Monday, October 5. No specific college or university was identified in the posting. We encourage students, faculty, and employees at area colleges and universities to follow the guidance of their campus security officials. The FBI will continue to work with our federal, state, and local law enforcement partners to investigate threats of violence, and, as always, we ask the public to report suspicious activity to law enforcement."
What’s a mama to do? Innumerable things, I imagine. However, I rose steadily from the dinner table, ignoring the questioning stares of My Beloved and our son to focus exclusively on the voice on the other end of the phone. And we prayed. I began with a scripture well known to us, words that have carried me through some of the most difficult times in my life;
No weapon formed against you shall prosper, And every tongue which rises against you in judgment You shall condemn. This is the heritage of the servants of the Lord, And their righteousness is from Me,” Says the Lord. Isaiah 54:17 (NKJV)
We ended with a plea for covering by the Holy Spirit, asking angels to encamp all around her, and for traveling mercies as her best friends’ grandfather was on his was from Delaware to retrieve them both.
I am alert, but not anxious. She keeps assuring us that she is probably being overcautious, apologizing for the classes she will miss tomorrow. She says she’d rather be wrong that lying crumpled on a classroom floor. We joke that it will be a great story to tell later, and for now we’ll call it an early and unscheduled break. It is the first time she needs a hug from mama that I cannot immediately give, but I know she’s okay.
I prayed, “Lord, I yield, calmly, to Your Will.” I rest in the words of Julian of Norwich…
“It was necessary that there should be sin; but all shall be well, and all shall be well, and all manner of thing shall be well.”
I am at peace. I just said Yes.