It has been almost three months since the Uhaul pulled out of my driveway. I managed to keep my smile until I could no longer see the car and trailer. I had forced a smile and promised myself "no tears" on this exciting day--my youngest heading out on a great adventure. But sobs racked my body as I stumbled up the stairs and fell into the recliner where I call on my Father every morning.
"How will my heart handle TWO of my sons being 5 states away?" I cried out. Only the cats were here to hear me, but I mumbled out my questions anyway. "I don't want an empty nest!" The quiet house just confirmed my despair.
But then, despite my sobbing, a still, small voice...."What did you ask me for when they were young and rowdy?" That they would be friends, my spirit answered. "And what is the image now being played out in your head?" Two brothers packed up to live together as young adult bachelors! You did answer me! "And what other requests did you make for them?" My sobs were being quieted now. That they would be independent young adults who knew and trusted you. "Have I answered your prayers?" Yes Lord. And in my rational brain I was excited for him to have a great adventure far from home, just like my parents had allowed for me as a young adult. I knew in my head it was what I wanted for him. But, oh my heart was aching.
And then He ended my pity party abrubtly. "Don't you have Kingdom work to do? Get up and get busy." And it has been a busy three months! Sometimes the house is still MUCH too quiet. And I look forward to their long phone calls full of the latest exploits. But my task now is to be a prayer warrior for them each day. And it is a good task. My role has changed, but it is vital. I remember one of the losses I felt so deeply at my mother's death was knowing that my greatest intercessor was now gone.
That little Uhaul trailer carried their dreams into the southwest and was the symbol of my final child successfully launched. But I have a new role to adjust to now and it is precious as well. Grandmother......
