Dear Internet,
Help. I'm a mother with a one-fourth empty nest and I feel it keenly.
My boys worked hard to apply for Christian Camp scholarships, keeping up with deadlines and gathering all the required recommendations. God honored it with a huge blessing--an experience none of my children have ever experienced before: A week at camp.
We dropped Peter off at high school camp two hours ago, and I'm a basket case. I feel like my heart has been ripped out. I just miss him terribly. I've never been away from him for more than a few hours since 2005, when I flew to Ohio for a two-day trip looking for a new home. He was three and a half then.
I am praying harder than I've ever prayed...that his OCD will not ruin his time...that he doesn't fall off the zipline and get hurt...that he won't get a sunburn...that he will be a blessing to a lonely boy in his cabin...that he will make a good friend...that all my years of discipling will make him a world changer in cabin #12.
I trust him and I'm so proud of him, and I know he is ready to be sent out, to make disciples of every nation.
This is what the empty nest will feel like at first. Like my heart is being ripped out. Oh, mothers. Soak up every moment and speak Christ with every pore. We can't go backwards...
Signed,
A drippy-eyed mother
Help. I'm a mother with a one-fourth empty nest and I feel it keenly.
My boys worked hard to apply for Christian Camp scholarships, keeping up with deadlines and gathering all the required recommendations. God honored it with a huge blessing--an experience none of my children have ever experienced before: A week at camp.
We dropped Peter off at high school camp two hours ago, and I'm a basket case. I feel like my heart has been ripped out. I just miss him terribly. I've never been away from him for more than a few hours since 2005, when I flew to Ohio for a two-day trip looking for a new home. He was three and a half then.
I am praying harder than I've ever prayed...that his OCD will not ruin his time...that he doesn't fall off the zipline and get hurt...that he won't get a sunburn...that he will be a blessing to a lonely boy in his cabin...that he will make a good friend...that all my years of discipling will make him a world changer in cabin #12.
I trust him and I'm so proud of him, and I know he is ready to be sent out, to make disciples of every nation.
This is what the empty nest will feel like at first. Like my heart is being ripped out. Oh, mothers. Soak up every moment and speak Christ with every pore. We can't go backwards...
Signed,
A drippy-eyed mother
1 comment:
Oh, my heart goes out to you! My youngest starts secondary school in September and it's a little scary to know that I have no little children in my house any more. Waiting to see how the Lord uses this in the future. Will I be a foster mother? Will we adopt? I can't see how either of these would be possible, given my health, but God always has plans. It's strange how we as mothers can feel so proud of our children for demonstrating their increasing independence, yet heartbroken too! Sending you a cyber hug x
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