but not ready to say good-bye”
Boy, do those words have weight in them.
of good-bye we’re having
Making the good-bye transition with children
is a process that never ends. I’m learning, though,
when we keep our hands too tightly on our children,
we don’t allow them to grow in the ways God desires.
God began teaching me this two years ago
when Baby Girl was considering going to
It’s in the middle of a cornfield even.
And just as audible as I could hear, the Lord says to my spirit,
but you’re standing in the way.
in such blunt tones,
but I do.
I heard it loud and clear,
I knew God was speaking to my child,
and she was hearing Him.
I also knew in that moment if my firstborn was being called to the mission field like she had been suggesting for years, then going to a school beyond the Mountain, half a day away, could it be a stepping stone for her (and us) if she is called somewhere else in Kingdom Come long term.
in the middle of the jungle
but I like animation
as I buy jungle paraphernalia
like mosquito netting)
is yet another step to a
that may be yet to come.
as I watch my child’s faith grow,
who’s allowed the King to capture her heart?
His will for my child?
Not easy, but essential.
In all of this, my mind isn’t far from my dear cousin whose daughter, too, was a lover of the Lord, serving Him in full-time ministry. The Lord called her home at age 34 just a few months ago.
A good-bye never expected.
That just about sums up this thing called life
longing to be with Him,
but not quite ready to leave here.
This is where we get in the van, and just drive away.