It always takes me a few days to get over the funk I feel when my girls leave. Distance is hard y'all. I've had plenty of it in the last ten years, but I tell myself there are still things God must need me to learn or remember because here I am thousands of miles from my Daughter1 trying to get my groove back after a wonderful week of nearly 24/7 togetherness. Even my youngest who is only an hour away can make me cry when she pulls out of the driveway and heads for home.
I'm so happy to have independent, faithful, optimistic grown up girls. That's the goal in parenting, right? Just checking. If someone wants to tell me otherwise I'd be okay with that. I fight against the deep down desire I have to keep them in my back pocket because I want my girls to live big and bold.
Sometimes living miles from your mama is the way God makes you who He has called you to be.
And sometimes my children living out of arms reach is what God uses to make me who He wants me to be.
I've been thinking a little bit about our years overseas, and how I put my babies on airplanes to attend university stateside while we lived on the other side of the pond. About how I had a front row seat to beauty in the making as my daughters grew into their adult selves via the distance. How when I was tempted to wallow in the missing or go for a swim in the worry waters I'd review my list of simple truths that are ours for the taking and the knowing and the remembering.
How I wrote those truths in a journal so I could throw them as a life preserver to myself when I swam out a little too far...
God loves my children.
And He loves me.
God is everywhere.
His eye is on my little chicks and I know He watches me.
God has a plan for my children.
And a plan for me.
God keeps His promises.
This earth is not our home.
Sometimes I still need that life preserver...
So grateful for one that never fails.