As a mother, my job is to take care of what is possible and trust God with the impossible.
Ruth Bell Graham, (1920- )American Writer, m. Billy Graham
8 Finally, be ye all of one mind, having compassion one of another, love as brethren, be pitiful, be courteous:
1 Peter 3:8
Recently, both of my daughters moved to the West Coast. At first, there were moments of tears, just standing in their rooms to feel them near me. This is different than them going to college. I knew they would be back at the end of the term, even after graduation. I was blessed to have them here. Their moving has made me rely on God in whole new ways. I have no control. But then, I never did. I am reminded of the process of dinner. All the plates are around the table, a family of bowls, or dishes. The meal is eaten, and the table must now be cleared. They are separated on their journey to the sink, or the dishwasher, where they will all be reunited. But in the interim, they are in the hands of someone who carries them to that destination. Just like we are.