After one week of no contact with my 16-year-old daughter Holli–who was on a Mexico missions trip–we picked her up safe and sound on Wednesday after their arrival in Redding. My first impression of her was that she was very tan! But I knew it was not from laying out at the beach. She worked some very long days painting and ministering to Mexican children in two labor camps.
Later that evening after a first stop to U-top-it for frozen yogurt (good old American food!) we talked over her pictures and looked at the presents she’d brought back for the family. Before I went to bed, I read the journal she’d written in each day while in Mexico. And yesterday when I got home from work, we talked some more. I came to a very obvious and humbling conclusion: God does a pretty darn good job of caring for my kids!
Holli has discovered new soft parts of her heart for the Mexican children. She has been convicted and challenged to be a bolder Christian in her world at Foothill High School. She tearfully shared things God had shown her in the past week. And all I could do was listen with tears in my eyes.
Letting our kids go is so very hard, but good things happen when we do.
It seems I’m doing a lot of letting go these days. In two weeks, my son will go off for his freshman year of college and my daughter will return for her senior year of college–both in Illinois.
But in letting my kids go, I am letting them grow. And although sometimes letting go really sucks, I’m learning to trust that God does a better job at parenting them than I do!