"I miss my son," a new NS mum lamented
The day will come when our children will finally, actually, officially, permanently and irrevocably leave home. We will be left with a host of memories, photos and lego sculptures we have been saving for years. It never gets easier. It gets difFerent, but not easier.
I don't know what the future holds for my son. I have hopes and dreams for him, but God has not given me a glimpse into the future. God never promised us smooth sailing through the sea of life. He only promised to be with us in the boat.
The day will come when our children will finally, actually, officially, permanently and irrevocably leave home. We will be left with a host of memories, photos and lego sculptures we have been saving for years. It never gets easier. It gets difFerent, but not easier.
I don't know what the future holds for my son. I have hopes and dreams for him, but God has not given me a glimpse into the future. God never promised us smooth sailing through the sea of life. He only promised to be with us in the boat.
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