Just a fyi……
Freebird is doing really well.
Many of you are new to the blog, so if you would like to read more about my daughter you can do a search under Freebird.
She is still in her first apartment.
Remember the move? (One of my most read posts)
I would like to clarify. When I said one of our daughters is pregnant for the first time, in this weeks post…..
It is not her.
Just so you know.
Thank you gracious Lord.
Although she will make a wonderful mommy one day…..she is not ready to embark on that adventure just yet.
Thank you gracious Lord, again.
Which leads me to what I wanted to share.
It is the time in obtaining her degree in Psychology where she has to have 180 hours interning in a field where psychology is used.
Her degree has been a struggle. She has found out that in order to really “do anything” with her degree she will HAVE to have her masters.
So…that was an eye opener and created a slew of life questions. So fun…….
But, back to interning.
The real world. The grown up world has been hitting her pretty hard lately.
Worry about student loans.
Worry about getting a second job.
Worry about graduating in time.
And then comes the internship.
She called me the other night after her first day at her interning job.
I could immediately hear it in her voice.
“Hey baby girl.”
“You sound tired.”
“I am. Mom…..I felt like since I have been out on my own that I had really ‘seen the world’, that the ‘blinders were taken off’ but mom……..what these kids have been through…..”
Her struggle to speak. Her struggle to be calm……they were as clear as if I were standing in the room with her.
Her world had just been given another reality check.
And she proceeded to share some of the children’s stories, without names or faces….just their stories.
Stories so brutally damaging that I wouldn’t even be able to write them to you.
For their precious sakes.
And it is all these children know.
All they have ever known.
And they live these stories day in, day out.
And right now….my baby girl is learning how to help them heal.
Her heart is heavy.
And being grown up….growing up….is peeling away layers of my little girls innocence.
I want to be proud.
I want to encourage her.
I want to ask her to please move back home.
But if I did…..she would never be able to seek Gods plan and will for HER life.
I want to protect her.
But if I do she won’t learn how to seek the Protector.
I want to provide for her forever.
But if I do she will never experience the miracle of seeing her needs and wants met by the Almighty Provider.
I want to find her work in a place where she isn’t weighed down by the pain of others.
But if I do….who would lead them to healing?
I know the layers of youth must be peeled away.
And I know that she needs to know…… that when it feels I am far away………..
I know that. Because I had to let go…….and it killed me.
But I did let go.
So she could see that there is One that will never leave her side.
And I am seeing her drawing closer to Him.
My baby girl.
Father. Protect her. Give her the knowledge and wisdom needed to help those that evil has touched and broken. May her words heal. May her heart lead and her ears listen to what they say and hear the truth in what needs to be heard. I gave her to You. Remember? Carry her through this part of her life Lord. Even if just for a bit. She is tired and scared….and she is still my little girl. As the river above carried her when she never dreamed of a day like this…carry her now. Direct her path as the current directed her then. Give her the peace and comfort of knowing you are carrying her. Give her peace and comfort to help her in the field that she is in. May she begin to see Your plan emerge. I pray this with a mothers heart. In Jesus name. Amen……..