At Christmas, Anna gave a special gift. It was wrapped in the manner of a fresh ten-year-old: lots of tape and a hand-tied bow. In the paper was her first watercolor painting. It was for Emma. “To put in your college room,” Anna directed.
Perhaps it was prophetic–this seascape painting–since we are now at the threshold of sending Emma to her oceanside university.
I could say something pithy here. “How fast the time has flown,” or “It seems like yesterday when she was little.” And isn’t that how it is? The years so quickly changed her infant form into the beautiful young woman she has become.
I feel the gathering tightness in my throat as I put the deposit check in the envelope, but then the Word comes alive: “When my spirit faints within me, You know my way!” I say it over and over again: My God is a God Who knows.
He knows my path. He knows Emma’s path. And I know He will hold my heart for the hard good-bye, as I send my daughter smiling into her future.