A mad dash for fifty dozen Crispy Creams this morning. Not because we are especially hungry…or simply love donuts….
…..But because my son, my eldest, is leaving. Fifteen days to be exact.
On white wings through the sky, He will fly into life….carefully prepared for this exact moment in time.
And hearts will long for loved one over waters way. On an island for two months. Then L.A.
Then, two more months on missions….far away.
And I will miss him.….my son…..My special gift of grace.
All things any mom could dream of….for a son. Yes, such an undeserved gift of grace.
And as he fund raises frantically….and dad and son slip out the door at six a.m. I know….Today is a chance to step back and simply watch…God at work.
Offering up thanks…..for what He has done….and is doing….instead of getting my hands dirty and “helping” in the fun.
And I see my eighteen year old read about surfing. Watch about surfing. Drawn to the waves by a heart so urgent…to surge….do more than what most in a lifetime do.
….Simply step with bare feet on cold, open shores.
Son, called in the waves of life. To emerge self. Sink deep. Get wet.
…..the thrill of riding High on the graces of God…instead.
And I love that oceans of faraway lands call Him. And people of far away lands draw Him…for the sake of the Gospel.
And I know….God has been stirring more than mediocrity when we took him to Guatemala…..where He turned twelve.
So, I wrap carefully memories….of little feet kicking. Story time cuddling. Hearts full force singing….our own rendition of Barney.
And yet, I know….though it’s inevitable that boys grow.
I seal to my heart….memories of when….
Heart strings were not pulled so far apart. Eyes were fixed on each others souls…..and young arms needy.
And God covering shown all around….
My little boy…
Now magnificently grown…
Into the man busy selling donuts.
Eager to catch the wave of where His Father shows….
As door shuts…
And I hesitantly let go…watching son fly….fly toward His Savior’s call…
Home.
Linking this post w/ Emily at Imperfect Prose Cyndi at Encouraging Word Wednesday
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Wow, it’s such a journey for you to see him grow to 18. May God bless him as he goes away, and when you welcome him back.
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i have heard good things about YWAM! it sounds like a heart full of happy/sad/blessed moments…i pray that my girls will follow Jesus where ever he takes them…(and I know it will not be easy on my mommy heart.) happy day to you! Annette
This was beautiful! I am adding your button to my blog….it will be towards the bottom, with all my friends buttons!!
That was so sweet! So very hard to let them go and yet that’s what we prepared them for.
Thanks for sharing!
Blessings,
Cyndi
Kath – Thank you.
Courtney – Thanks for the follow.
Annette – Yes, YWAM is incredible. And praying w/ you that your girls will follow in Him footsteps…wherever they lead. ~ jen
Alice – Thank you so much for adding my button!
Cyndi – So true. Somewhat bitter/sweet for sure.
Thanks everyone for your feedback.
Love ~ jen
You are so incredibly blessed to have a son wishing to do this incredible thing with God. I know you are proud. I also feel your pain at having the one in your home for so long spreading his wings. I’m saying a prayer for your heart in the days to follow.
Love Your Pictures ! Anna
oh, how hard, this letting go…. and yet, how rewarding. he is a beautiful young man, friend. and surfing? how cool is that?!
Shanda – Sincere thanks to you for your prayers. They mean a lot! And we know our sons willingness to follow…even then…is only a choice given because of the grace of God. Many blessings to you ~ jen
Anna – Thanks. The pictures were actually taken by my son…but I love them too. 🙂
Emily – Thank you so much for coming by. Always love your writing. Yes, so thankful for children…our special gifts from God. Blessings ~ jen