For this is the message you heard from the beginning: We should love one another.—1 John 3:11 (NIV)

My breath caught when I saw my mother’s name on our caller ID. She rarely calls; that’s my job. 

“Mom? Is everything OK?” 

 “Well—” She paused. “I just fell, but the plumber helped me into my chair. I think I broke my hip.” 

That was five years ago, and the ordeal kept Mom in the hospital and rehabilitation for several weeks. We stayed with her until she could be on her own again. Despite some cardiac issues, she still lives on her own at nearly ninety. 

After Mom’s hip healed, I feared that she might fall again. Or that she might need emergency medical attention for her heart. Yet I knew my mother wanted her independence. How could I ease my mind and make sure she was safe alone at home? God, please help me, I pleaded. I know You’re watching over Mother, but I can’t help worrying about her. 

It wasn’t long before I had an idea. Since Mom is tech-savvy, I suggested that I text her every morning and at bedtime. The system has worked well for both of us. Sometimes if she doesn’t respond, I call to make sure she’s okay. Either way, the messages and conversations that we share at least twice a day strengthen our bond of love and wipe away my fears.