I guess I'm facing the challenge that every parent eventually comes up against. Yes, I've been looking back on old photos and reliving moments. You couldn't have told me sixteen years ago that I would feel this struggle or that it would be such a lesson for so many areas of my life. You know, you think you have it all under control - the little chicks are tucked safely under Mother Hen's wing and all is well. You patiently teach them and guide them - feeling, all the while, like you have all the time in the world. Then, suddenly, the chicks are as big as you are and they're testing the waters (or, maybe that's ducklings) and gradually moving further out from your wing. Then, they are further away than you can even see, out of the ever-watchful eye. And, you're left standing there waiting for when they return to the safety of the nest.
What a blessing to not have to go this alone. I mean, friends experiencing the same season of life really help. But, I'm thankful for someone even greater who knows them better than I ever will. He knows what's on the inside of His creations and only He knows what lies ahead for them and for me. And, He never takes His eye off of us. I'm like my own chicks. I long for the security that's only found while resting under the shadow of His wing. Yet, I wander out on my own under His watchful eye and eventually come running back for the joy of being in His presence - which is what I really long for.
Oh, life is so full of lessons - for children, as well as their parents. While I watch my own children gaining their independence (and, yes, that is a good thing), I can only hope and pray that they will still desire the comfort and joy of being with me and know that coming home is an option and that the door is always open. But, much more importantly, I hope that they will ever be aware of the greater need to be under the shadow of His wing and know the joy of really being home!
