The leaves are falling as he takes his leave...our Wanderer, our Dreamer. The youngest of three, off to seek his fortune and future in the big city. His mother is conflicted...happy to see him go, sad to say goodbye. She holds her breath and her tears behind a smile, a wave.
An ending and a beginning.
The house seems quieter. Still. Her heart feels empty...and full. Her prayers are passionate. "Protect him", "Hold him", "Help him find his way."
A mother's hopes dash on the bow as he disappears from her sight. The launch is painful, but necessary.
We cannot control our children's futures. That is between them, their choices, and the God who pursues their hearts as He pursues ours. We can only love them and let them go.
May our wanderer choose well. . .and stop wandering long enough to be caught up in his Creator's everlasting arms.
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