So without further ado, I will plunge into a post that is sort of a of a catch-up. Since I last wrote, we are have one fewer chicks in the nest. M, the girls, and I all drove up to Virginia to leave R to spread his wings by way of a summer internship. I tend to live experientially, not utilizing undo nerves and stresses until the moment arrives when they are needed. So I do not pre-agonize over life's necessary and most-often good, changes. We checked into two rooms at the extended stay hotel after a day's drive to our destination. One for R and his room-mate who would be arriving the next afternoon, and the other for the Fam. Words could not express my gratitude when M met me in our doorway, pillow in hand, telling me he was going to bunk with our boy for the night.
I couldn't really explain why, but I just had a better feeling about "our" room, so we retained it over the initial one assigned to the boys. After a restless night's sleep, we went to church together and met a few folks we'd corresponded with before bringing R with us. They were all very welcoming and kind, and our comfort level increased as we drove around afterwards and further acquainted ourselves with the surroundings we were going to leave our son within to fend for himself. After a stop for lunch, and a trip for extras at the local Super Target, we all climbed onto R's bed and held hands, praying for the peace, guidance, and protection of our heavenly Father. Then, I cried. Tears of memories, of pride, of hope, of faith, of letting go, of leaving, tears of love. It was all as it should be.
We left him, secure in His care. It was time.
Of course, then we didn't get the phone calls he was supposed to be making as he was traveling to and fro for the evening's orientation. I was able to get hold of him - until the final call. He and C were due to return to the hotel, but the ways and means were a bit unclear. Two hours after the orientation was supposed to be over, I finally reached him. I could hear cars whooshing by. As it turned out, none of their plans had materialized and the boys were hoofing it the 6 miles home. In addition to the frustration, helplessness, and worry that flooded my brain - was amazement that he was able to navigate his way back. All ended well, I'm happy to report, and I hope a lesson was learned. Thank You Lord.
The funny little illustration at the top of this post is a nod to the other, lesser event that has kept me from writing. Hydrocodone - post the sudden need for an appendectomy this past Friday has kept me a bit fuzzy. Man, do You know how to care for me or what?
R's scripture verse for his graduation just a few weeks ago was from Matthew 6:33, but the words that follow it are some of my favorites as well, and particularly applicable as I review the past few weeks: Seek first His kingdom and His righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well.
34 Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.
Now, may my little Appendix's best wishes and His loving care continue into this next week for me and you both!