He's Gone

After days of constant prayer, he left this morning. Ugh, the pain a mother goes through to appear that she is completely confident in her child's ability to stand up against the rottenness of the world and face life on a football field. Yes, I know he is 17, but he is and always will be my baby that began his earthly life inside of me. His dad and I were up early after a sleepless night of 'checking on him'. Funny, how every time we looked in on him, he was oblivious to our concerns and was sleeping peacefully. (Just another reminder that God was acting on our prayers.) So this morning, after we prayed with him and told him how proud of him we were, Dirk took him to his first two-a-day football practice. After pulling up to the field, with not much more than a "See ya later, Dad.", he was gone. Released into God's perfectly capable hands and very much out of ours. So, Dirk came back home, sunglasses firmly in place to cover eyes that shed more tears than they had in years, to comfort me, who is holding her breath and praying unceasingly until 12:00 today when he will come home again... at least until tomorrow and all the tomorrow's ahead where he will walk boldly into the life God has called him to as a very special man of God. Is it strange to miss him already?

I sent this letter to a friend this morning and then decided to blog it. I know it may seem quite strange but when you've been a homeschool mom for ten years, regardless of whether we were living in the jungle, the city or the country, we've always been together. I am so thankful that God transcends boundries and football practices.

***UPDATE***
Practice is over and he loved it! Thank You, God!