"Did you and Tamar get any homework done?" Mom asked as she reached in the fridge.
"Uh.... sure?" I said. I smiled as Mom looked at me. "We got some done. Not necessairily all..."
"Arianna Lee Dayton, the way you two spend hours together everyday, and yet you accomplish minimal is beyond me."
"I know." Nervously, I glanced around, looking for some kind of a distraction. Mom noticed my anxiety.
"Honey, what's wrong?"
"Nothing... I hope," I said. My eyes nervously darted back and forth. Mom sat down next to me, and gently placed her hand over mine to stop it's twitching. She immediately sensed what was driving my nerves to the edge.
"How long has it been?"
"Three days. Not that I'm expecting one, but they're ususally followed up by... strange side effects. I worry for her."
"Do you need to pray about it?"
I shook my head. Mom took both of my hands and we bowed our heads together.
"Dear Heavenly Father, Lord Jesus, we come to You with prayers of Ari's friend Tamar on our hearts. As You know, she recently had a seizure -- not a serious one by any means (and we praise You for that) -- but still we pray You continue to comfort her and heal her. We pray you ease Ari's heart, for we know that everything is in the mercy of Your hands. We willingly hand this situation over to You. We thank You and we love You. In Jesus' name, Amen."
"Amen," I whispered. I leaned over and hugged my mom. "Thanks."
"You have to trust Him, Ari," she said, as she pulled away. "He'll take care of everything. Never doubt your faith."
I nodded. She went back to fixing dinner and I stared at my open textbook with uncomprehending eyes.
I have been a Christian for many years. I am being raised in a God-loving and God-fearing household. But I was used to being in control. School projects? I led them. Volunteer work? Sign me up. The safety and protection of my friends? I was helpless. It was a foreign feeling that I'd been dealing with for as long as I'd known Tamar. It scared me.
Frustrated, I closed my textbook, walked to my room, and shut my door. I couldn't help feeling anxious about Tamar. I felt the overwhelming need to protect her. From anything; everything.
Something deep in my gut was telling me that I wasn't going to be able to.