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half empty nestOur son Brad plans to attend the University of Arkansas this Fall. He will major in Business or Political Science. This means that, starting in the Fall, we will have a half empty nest. I count this as a mixed blessing. I am excited about what the boys will become as they transform into adults. I enjoy this stage and I am trying to appreciate and celebrate each moment as it comes along. Of course it is sometimes easier said than done!

I realized at Christmas that this was likely to be Brad’s last Christmas living at home. I do hope he will want to come home for future Christmas celebrations. I have been praying a lot lately for the boys to become the people that God intends them to be and for them to have hearts to worship and serve Him always. I have been trying to trust God to take care of them. If I think clearly, I realize that God has always taken care of them and always will. Still, I foolishly lapse into thinking that I must remind Him. I am reminded of the following poem that I found many years ago:

Broken Dreams

As children bring their broken toys
With tears for us to mend.
I brought my broken dreams to God
Because He was my friend.

But then instead of leaving Him
In peace to work alone,
I hung around and tried to help
With ways that were my own.

At last I snatched them back and cried,
“How can You be so slow?”
“My child,” He said,
“What could I do?
You never did let go.”

Author Unknown

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