Season for change...

Well, fall is here, but that is not the change I am talking about. Yesterday was my dear son's 15th birthday. Our lives will never quite be the same because soon he will be learning to drive. I don't know if I am ready for this yet. He can't even keep up with his retainer, and he has been threatened several times, how is he going to keep up with car keys when the time comes? I know, I know. The keys will be something that he WANTS to keep up with, so they will not disappear as often. I think his brain just keeps moving to fast for him to process where he puts things down. I have every hope that this trend changes, but so far I'm not holding my breath.

Another area of change this week- on Wednesday my darling husband is going on a trip to India and Nepal to do some pastorial teaching to Nepalese missionaries and will be gone for 12 days. 12 days without seeing him, hearing from him, or even experiencing the same weather as him. I am not really looking forward to his being gone, but I do realize that it is for a good cause. I am a natural worrier. I see things and visualize exactly how they can go wrong. I'm not a pessimist, as my friends can tell you, I just can't help but see the negative aspects a little stronger than the positive aspects. If our daughter is in a tree, I can almost see her falling and breaking her spleen (yes I know a spleen doesn't break, it ruptures, but it doesn't sound as good...). If our son is mowing the bank I can see the mower turning over on him. I can't help it, I'm a mom and I try to keep everyone safe...except this time I can't. Dear Hubby will be in a foreign country out of my reach and areas of knowledge. I won't be there to tell him not to pet the cobras and that he can't keep the vampire bats as pets. I won't be there to keep his clothes slightly less than rank from not being able to wash them. I won't be there to tell him everything will be just fine, and to just go to sleep. I won't be there, period. But you know what? I may not be there, but God will be and he will keep him safer than I ever could. My husband may smell a little when he travels back, but that will be just fine. He will be back and I will be glad, even when I am having to boil his clothes to make them wearable again. All will be well, and so will I...

Pray for me.