Letting Go and Watching Them Soar.

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It's quiet in the house. Silent. No more do I hear the friendly banter between siblings. The dribbling of the basketball coming from outside as father and son play. Laughter. Stories of College and stories of living across the country shared. The only sound I hear now is the ticking of the dining room clock, the running water spilling ever so gently unto moss covered rocks of my youngster's frog tank. The clicking on the key pad as I share my thoughts with you.

There is an immense joy that resides within. To see our four children adjusting and acclimating well in their different stages of life. But there is also an ache that lies inside the heart. It is the knowing that change is taking place. It is inevitable. It is good. It is watching the two eldest take flight, ascending higher and higher, into their places they were so intricately created for. It is standing back, acknowledging the second daughter readying herself to do the same in two years. Seeing this beautiful individual heeding to the voice of her Heavenly Father. It is seeing my youngest discovering who she is. Walking securely in that truth. Teaching me to do the same.

Yes. This is what parenting is all about. Letting go and allowing God to take over and to tenderly cover our pain with the healing balm of gladness.

"Train up a child in the way he should go; even when he is old he will not depart from it."  ~ Proverbs 22:6