One of the most painful experiences for any parent is to let their children spread their wings and fly. The first time I had to let go was in 2003 when my son Tommy left Africa to attend university Stateside. I wrote a poem for him, as I have for each one when they left. 2003 wasn't so long ago, was it?
I’ve cried out in prayer, like many of you have, “God, I’ll do anything, go anywhere, and give up whatever You ask, for Your will! Everything I have is Yours!” Only to find that “everything” encompasses everything and that offering of everything I have is much more complicated than praying that prayer sounded at first.