This is a difficult week for my wife & I. We're moving our eldest son into an apartment in Minneapolis where he'll be going to school. Somehow it's different than when he first went to college. It seems much more permanent. In all likelihood, our home will never ever be his home again. Oh sure, he'll come for visits, but that's what they will be, short term stays before returning to his life apart from his parents. I know this is just one more transition in life, one that I have hopefully prepared him for, but thinking about it brings tears to my eyes and worries me sick.
It's so easy to preach about the fact that life is constantly changing and that we, with the help of God, can adapt. It's quite another thing, when it hits so close to my heart. I am sad beyond words.
Fifteen years ago, I knelt beside our daughter's casket and gave her back to God. While Jason's move doesn't come close to the grief of that moment, there's another side of it that's harder. My faith assures me that Jenny is safe in the arms of Jesus. Letting go of Jason, stretches my faith. Will he make good choices? Will he find a job that will pay his bills? Will he meet a girl with whom he can share his life and love? Will he live the faith we tried to instill in him? So many questions and no answers. And the most important question for me, can I trust God to care for my living children, the way I trust that God cares for the one who waits for me?
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