This month has been an emotional rollercoaster.
Last weekend I watched as my oldest son, my “extra child,” walked the stage to receive his college diploma.
Yesterday, I waited as my oldest daughter walked briefly back into my arms after being away nine months; only to leave again soon.
Today, I watched on as my littlest girl received her certificate and graduated from Kindergarten.
It seems that a lot of seasons are ending while others are beginning for me as mom.
Ironically, I find both, the rising and the setting of the sun, are leaving me a bundle of nervous energy. My emotions are raw and edgy. My tears are bubbling just beneath the surface as I remember my babies from yesterday.
They are not babies anymore.
They don’t need my constant watch.
The older ones are seeking new challenges in faraway places.
They are morphing before my eyes while I watch on and desperately try to hold on.
Soon, they won’t be near.
Near enough for me to pick them up when they fall.
Near enough for me to dry tears or celebrate their successes.
I long for the familiar yesterdays-- a time when I had the answers, a time when ice cream would cure every heartache, a time when I was enough.
I bleed inside as I wonder if this is how Christ felt, in view of the cross ahead, when He spoke of leaving His disciples with the promised Holy Spirit (John 14:16). It had to have been difficult, to think about leaving those He had come to love, those that had walked with him, and those that He poured His heart into and taught the love of the Father. He had to have been a bundle of raw emotions as He pondered: My time and purpose as a man on this earth is coming to a painful and agonizing close.
Yet He went on to utter the words, “It is finished” as He fulfilled all righteousness (John 19:30).
In essence, for Christ, one season was ending while another was beginning, and yet I am sure that it was not easy for Him; but because He loved us, He sent the Holy Spirit, who would go on to dwell in each believer, as the comforter, the guide… as everything we need.
And He would be enough.
And He is enough.
But, how often do I give the culmination of my life’s work; the physical expression of my heart’s joy; my children, over to Him?
To the one who will be with them everywhere they go.
To the one who will comfort them through their heartaches.
To the one who will celebrate their successes and love them through their worst days.
To the one who will be everything they need, in every season because He is enough for them.
And while this season is difficult, I know that He is enough for me, too.
Friends, I don’t know what season you are currently in, but rest assured that in Him is everything your children need; and He is enough for you, too.
I don’t know if you have three in the nest and one in the oven or two flying away, but I do know the promised Holy Spirit is everything we need. He is enough to comfort us through any heartache. He is enough to fill any empty spaces; He is enough to take away any anxieties.
He is enough.
Won’t you give Him the physical expression of your heart’s joy, for safekeeping, today?
Word of the Day:
There is an appointed time for everything. And there is a time for every event under heaven--
A time to give birth and a time to die; a time to plant and a time to uproot what is planted Ecclesiastes 3:1-2 (NIV).
Lord, you created the universe and still you know my heart. Thank you for loving me enough to bottle and count every tear. Thank you for knowing every anxiety. While I know that every season has a shared purpose of bringing me closer to you, during this season, I ask that as I watch those you placed in my care begin to walk away toward new adventures, please remind me that you go with them and you are enough for both of us, in Jesus’ name, Amen.