Sunday night after the last supper...notice, no daughter?!She took this picture of us on skype from her apartment! (She is on her own, where she should be!)
Where they all will be someday...
Today... she is at work, Vincent starts his internship, Stephen will work...and Dom will go half way around the world!
This journey will be a true test and builder of faith this summer, and not just for the one doing the pilgrimage, but for his mother.
This isn't the first time I've put one our children on a flight to Europe. They have all gone, but they at least had one another.
Even yesterday when all the boys were helping with the packing; the backpack...Frank and I both thought "if only Vincent were going too..."
When Courey and Dom left I can remember my issues very clearly. It was about trust then, too. I HAD to trust my daughter with 'herself'. I had to believe and trust God to 'keep her'. And part of her going was that she needed to see us trusting God and trusting her.
Believing perfectly in God, and that He had a plan for 'life' in her. And that He would reveal it...and accomplish it, bringing it to fruition.
And together they have!
Our first born goes alone...this time...to walk with God.
How can I be worried, yet I am, again.
I always knew the other ones had accommodations, a place to stay, meals...'family'...a group...food plans...
When Dom and Courey went the first time they were with my brother and his wife, their uncle and aunt!
When Vincent and Stephen went on their World Youth Day Pilgrimage they were with a group!?
Dom is on a set way, a way travel for centuries, a pilgrims path...but it's so illusive...unknown...
I 'believe' all will be well...I just so need to get that into my practical-thinking-logical-worldly- mind...and that is were my faith will grow.
Luke 9:58
Foxes have holes and birds of the air have nests, but the Son of Man has nowhere to lay His head.
Luke 12:22
Therefore I say to you, do not worry about your life, (or your son's life!?!) what you will eat; nor about the body, what you will put on. Life is more than clothing.
Consider the ravens, for they nether sow nor reap, which have neither storehouse nor barn, and God feeds them. Of how much more value are you than the birds?
Consider the lilies, how the grow; they neither toil nor spin, and yet I say to you, even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.
If then God so clothes the grass, which today is in the field, and tomorrow is thrown into the oven, how much more will He clothe you, of little faith?
And do not seek what you should eat or what you should drink, nor have an anxious mind. For all these things the nations of the work seed after, and your Father knows that you need these things.
But seek the kingdom of God, and all these things shall be added to you.
Do not fear little flock, for it is your Father's good pleasure to give you the kingdom.
Sell what you have and give alms; provide yourselves money bags which do not grow old, a treasure in the heavens that does not fail, where no thief approaches nor moth destroys.
For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.
And so it goes, those words I've read so many times...those words I've written so many times. They were part of a letter I wrote to Carol Sue at the time her husband was dieing. (that ended up being read at his funeral) He was beyond eating, drinking...yet life was so evident in him!??! His heart and treasure were very close...and as hard as it was for him to say good-bye to this world and his loves, he knew the kingdom awaited him.
I re-read them again, and they hold new meaning for me...trust... God is good, He wants to sustain us and provide for us...He wants us to believe and need and seek only Him. It's not about death anymore. Maybe then that was the fear. But like Stephen predicted 10 years ago "How will we live....??!?" And like my husband's struggle...It's not the dieing that is hard, It's about the living...."How then shall we live?"
Dom will be blessed because of his obedience to the words given to us to live by, and for his true seeking....
What more is there?
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