Rachel headed out to college this morning, her old car loaded to the gills, and lots of last minute emergencies. The old green car pulled out with almost all her earthly goods packed into the trunk and the back seat. Her Daddy and I stood in the driveway, waving until the last sight of her disappeared.
My heart is so heavy. I don’t think we ever make up for the days when a child is gone, and these days were so short — and honestly, so compromised by all the people she wanted to see. We had some good, good times, but —
I feel so gypped. But then, I know I’m not the only one.
Why can’t I stop crying?
Maybe I will give myself this one day for tears, and then put my hand to the things I need to do. There is another bridal shower, garden things that need attention, a house to clean, food to make for numerous things. There is more than enough to occupy my heart — even though right now it feels like there is NO ROOM for anything in this old heart.
“Hold me, Jesus,
I’m shaking like a leaf.
You have been my King of my Glory.
Won’t you be my Prince of Peace?”