2015-09-02 - And They're Off!
If you’ve ever watched horse racing, or been at a track meet, you may have heard the exclamation “and they’re off” just after the blast of a bell or gunshot, to declare the start of said event. For me, it’s the beginning of the time with both of our kids being out of the house and at college. Our oldest is doing graduate studies and she will complete them this coming spring. Our youngest just transferred as a junior to the college of his choice, a few hours from home. It’s a bittersweet time, knowing that they are where they should be after much thought, prayer, work, studying, filling out of forms and everything else that goes along with growing up. It’s the reward for so many years of being obedient to God, in caring for and nurturing them in so many ways, for a couple of decades. The reward is the chance to see them go to the next level, and apply everything to functioning as competent and caring adults that desire following His will for them, more than anything else. I find no sadness in such a reward. I do feel sadness, sometimes, when missing them – and would be worried if I did not have those feelings. More than anything, by having been given these children for a brief time, we were charged with the responsibility of training them up for His service. And it doesn’t stop there, as God also promised many things, before they even entered our lives, and they still hold true all through it – and after they are on their own. I still find no sadness in those facts. I find joy in them, even if it is the kind that brings tears. What a gift He gave us, for so many years – and whatever lies ahead – God’s faithfulness will always remain.
I did feel overwhelmed the other day, and it will likely be something that continues, as I allow God to guide me through this process. I have never been one that felt as though I live with regrets. From the time I was five years old, I have known that life is too short to keep hold of things that can weigh you down. Let them out, and move on. It is a great lesson I learned by my Mother’s example, so many times in her short life of not quite fifty-one years. I think my being overwhelmed was the fact I could not share the joy of these sweet kids being grown, and beginning to be more on their own now. You see, before my mother died, one of her hopes for me was that I could be home with them as she had been, with my brother and me. So I think during the lyrics of a song that came to the surface, and tears followed. I prayed about it, and will continue to do so in the next several months, and even the next couple of years – as they transition from school to home again, and then back out on their own likely for good. It’s what we trained them for, so now we begin again, with the next parts of all our journeys. I think there are lots of fun times ahead, too. I am so grateful for the race, and truly count it all joy.
All scripture references are from the King James Version (KJV) unless otherwise noted.