Parents have 938 weeks to prepare their kids for the world. 938.
My wife and I are down to 23.
Our daughters turn eighteen this spring. They will enroll in college. They will dip their pens into the ink well of life and write a story uniquely their own. Meantime, I helplessly peer through the hourglass as the sand dwindles at startling speed. I want to reach for it and flip it over; reset it. Try again.
Change. It’s equal parts exciting and excruciating.
My friend Steve reached out to me recently and asked, “How can I pray for you?” This struck me as wonderful not only because he was thinking of me, but because Steve has been battling cancer for years. “Well,” I began. “You can pray for us as we enter this season of the slow let go.”
Steve instructed me that we are to give our children to God. He called it the hardest thing he and his wife have ever had to do. As he spoke, I was reminded of the dedication I wrote to my girls in my first book.
Our children are gifts, but they don’t belong to us.
The truth is I have to learn to trust God. I don’t and I must. He has good plans for our daughters. He has good plans for your kids too. We want many things for our children. We want to protect them, shelter them, head off the hurts and fix what is broken. But we have to get to a place where we want them to love God more than they love their friends, our family and their comfort.
If we’re to let go, who better to catch them?
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