Prior to becoming a parent, I never could have understood just how it was possible for one’s heart to expand to love anyone any more than I already did.
I thought I already had a pretty good grasp on love, experienced others’ love, and in turn, felt love for others. Yet nothing prepared me for how much more my heart would expand to experience an even greater infilling of love when I gave birth to my two children.
Likewise, nothing prepared me for the grief and loss I would feel as I would tenderly nudge my oldest from the nest as we took him off to college. I knew he would do fine—he was a well-adjusted young man who had shown his adaptability in every situation to date.
And in my heart of hearts, I knew he was not going alone. He, his father, and I, all knew that he was going with God, on the path God had ordained for him. And as much as his father and I love him, we know that God loves him infinitely more.
Perhaps that is why my grief response came as such a surprise. Wasn’t this what we had spent his entire life preparing him for? Wasn’t this what we had prayed and trusted God for?
I was truly happy for him—I know the plans God has for him are good, and are to prosper him and not to harm him, and include a future and a hope. “For I know the plans I have for you, declares the LORD, plans for welfare and not for evil, to give you a future and a hope.” (Jeremiah 29:11). I’m excited to watch as his biggest cheerleader from the sidelines as those plans and dreams unfold, and he faces even bigger horizons.
My twinge of sadness is not for him. Selfishly, it’s for me. I’ve been so blessed to be his mother. So blessed by the joy and laughter he brings to the family. So blessed by the intelligent conversation he offers. So blessed by his spontaneity and good will. My sadness is grief, knowing that those times will be fewer and further between, and yet even more treasured when they do happen again.
After church (our last pre-college church service together as a family and during which he resorted to his humorous stunts to keep my tears from falling), the tears were plentiful as I helped finalize the packing endeavors. As I took a break to sit next to my husband, my voice cracked as I tried to speak, when yet again for several moments only tears would come. I finally mustered a weak whisper, “Is this normal?”
“What do you mean?”
“I thought I was stronger than this…I thought I was ready…I thought I had raised him with the mindset that I was giving him wings to fly. What’s wrong with me?” I leaned in closer as the tears fell harder, having unburdened my concerns in a safe place.
“I know. I’m feeling the same way. And yes, I think it’s normal. Nothing is wrong with you. We not only love him, we love having him as part of the family.”
I glanced up to see the pain reflected in his eyes as well, before he offered, “Would you like to take a walk? Or a drive?”
At that moment I didn’t want to be distracted from my thoughts or my pain. I knew I needed to take it to the One who understood.
Just as each of my pregnancies increased my capacity to appreciate God’s love for us, His children, so too has my preparation for sending my son off into the world. While I am not losing my son to death, and I am already planning to see him within a couple months, I can’t help but reflect on how much harder it had to have been for God. He willingly let His son leave Heaven to minister on earth, all the while knowing that Jesus would have to die the most painful death, so that we could live.
“For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life.” (John 3:16)
It’s hard to fathom a love so great that God would sacrifice His own son’s life for me, knowing the pain and agony it had to have caused Him. Yet He loved us that much.
“God showed how much he loved us by sending his one and only Son into the world so that we might have eternal life through him. This is real love—not that we loved God, but that he loved us and sent his Son as a sacrifice to take away our sins.” (1 John 4:9-10)
Today I’m counting my blessings, and am thanking God for loaning me my son. My children belong to God ~ I just get the joy of being their mother and raising them.
I still have mother questions and doubts: Did I do enough? Did I teach him all that he will need to survive on his own and make wise decisions? Did I give him a strong enough foundation in his faith so that when his own storms come, he won’t waver but will stand on the rock?
This is where trust comes in. I know God loves my children even more than I do. So I trust Him to be true to His word:
“Train up a child in the way he should go:
and when he is old, he will not depart from it.” (Proverbs 22:6)
We have to trust God to keep them safe: “The LORD will keep you from all harm– he will watch over your life” (Psalm 121:7).
Trust God to guide them and direct them: “I will instruct you and teach you in the way you should go; I will counsel you with my eye upon you” (Psalm 32:8).
Trust God to provide for them: “And this same God who takes care of me will supply all your needs from his glorious riches, which have been given to us in Christ Jesus” (Philippians 4:19).
Trust God to teach them what they need to know: “Thus says the LORD, your Redeemer, the Holy One of Israel, “I am the LORD your God, who teaches you to profit, Who leads you in the way you should go” (Isaiah 48:17).
Trust God to protect them: “The LORD also will be a refuge for the oppressed, a refuge in times of trouble” (Psalm 9:9).
In what area do you need to trust God regarding your children, or a family member? Or to heal a wounded or grieving heart? Will you share with us in the comments below? A joy shared is a joy doubled, but a sorrow shared is a sorrow halved.
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