It’s been 4 days since I’ve seen my boys. They went off to camp this week with our church. For the very first time they’ve been gone, away from me, without family. I’ve been a nervous wreck. I’m not there for them when they get hurt or when their feelings get hurt. I’m not there to know what is best for them. I’m not there to give them hugs. This has been one of the best things for us.
Trusting God with all my heart that He only has good things for them, that He has them under his wing, that He’s protecting them. I have prayed for their safety every day of my life–to the point that now my 4 year old says the same exact prayer (from harm, danger, evil, disease…yeah, I try to cover all the bases). I’m so thankful for my friend Gretchen for texting me photos to let me know they are fine…happy and fine. I’m thankful for people who love my kids. I’m thankful for good people teaching them about God’s love for them.
On the flip side, I have been able to spend 4 wonderful days with my girl doing girly things. It’s been so fun to be able to listen and hear and see every single thing she says or does. Often I think she gets lost in the shuffle of our busyness; her voice is sometimes not heard. We went shopping and build-a-bear-ing, painted toes, swimming. so much fun.
So this is the end of week one of our summer break. I go pick up the boys at noon. Can’t wait.