am sitting here in the donut tent at church, waiting. Waiting for when it will feel ok that she is leaving. I know, kids have to grow up sometime, but I am having second thoughts. Don't get me wrong, she is fairly mature, and I think she is as ready as she will ever be. But I am another story.
By the time you read this, my daughter will be on a bus bound for LAX, where she will catch a plane 9,662 miles to Kenya, Africa. Along with 80 other people, teens and adults, she will be a part of a missions team over there for two weeks. She is excited, and a bit nervous. I am less of a basket case than I thought I would be.
Many of my friends think I am crazy to send my daughter to the slums in Africa. Maybe I am. But we raise them the best we can and when they ask to do something of this magnitude, we have to let the fledglings out of the nest, so they can spread their wings.
Honestly,I am thrilled. She has battled anxiety, both social and general, and earlier this year things were a bit rough. Depression and spiritual crisis threatened to derail her life. She pulled through, and with some patience and understanding, we got it sorted.
And six months of preparation have come down to this. My baby, my first born, my 16 year old is going halfway across the globe, and I am not. And that? Is how it should be.- Posted using BlogPress from my iPad