The long-awaited day finally came, and we picked up our son. It's been the longest year of my life and the most prayed over one. But that won't stop. He now has to get his old life back, and that may take a little while. Who knows what issues are going to pop up as he goes about his daily life?
I'm constantly being amazed at how much our four adult children are being prayed over. I remember when they were very small and we were visiting my Grandma Collins. I had grown weary from the dailiness of my life and made this comment, "I'll be glad when it's just the two of us again and the children are married and settled." She started laughing and I started thinking, "This can't be good. Why is she laughing?"
Then Grandma, in her wisdom and experience, said, "It'll never be like that again, because you'll always keep adding more people to worry over and pray about. First there'll be spouses and then grandchildren."
My shoulders slumped as I realized she was right. I knew that I'd just have to put on my big girl panties and deal with it. Further slumping of shoulders.
Sometimes I think that I can't add one more person or thing to think and pray about, but God knows better. He's bigger than that.
So...to add to my oldest daughter who is struggling (and doing very well...much better than I did) with four little boys, my favorite son-in-law (so far) who likes to trade cars and build Legos for sale on E-bay, my next son who just returned from Iraq, the middle son who is looking desperately for a job and direction in life, the youngest son who is finishing up his last semester in college and trying to decide where to go for more schooling, the daughter-in-law who wears many hats while her husband finishes school, and the twelve-year-old daughter who delights in horses and cute boys...add to that a first-time meeting with soldier boy's new girlfriend he met while in Iraq. Lord, help us all!