A Plane, Two Trains and a Bus
Parenting is the biggest job there is! The job
description has no end. Is one ever finished being a parent? The years that our
boys were home is a not so distant memory for us. They come back home and are always
welcome! But the door is a revolving door and soon they are gone again. Three
years ago I wrote this poem when one of our boys was going to Europe to study
for a year. I continue to learn how to let them go into independence, into
responsibility, into adulthood. What is my role now? I will pray for them,
encourage them and trust God to lead them.
A plane, two trains and a bus
will take him far away from us
to meet new people, chase his dreams
New adventure is important it seems
A boy on his way to becoming a man
We encourage him to know he can
Would I really want him to stay
Keeping all things the same every day?
So we must let him go
knowing that through this he will grow
What I clench in the darkness of my hand
cannot breath or flourish or expand
Even though I know all this to be true
it doesn't keep me from feeling blue
But I turn to my sovereign Father in heaven
and the promise of comfort and peace will be
given
As I entrust my child into His hands
God will unfold the grander plan
by Jill Lund
in 2015
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