Today's guest post is from my friend Kathryn, another one from Lubbock. (I do have friends outside of Lubbock, but thus far none of them have answered my pleas for a guest blog post.) Kathryn and I have many interests in common (including, but not limited to, our sci-fi geekiness), and I often say that I'm going to be Kathryn when I grow up, because of the frequency with which she says aloud what I am thinking. It's really pretty fun for both of us (or so she tells me).
I’ve been e-mailing back and forth with a photographer friend to set up a time for a “Senior picture” for my family. With the girl-child a senior in college, the boy-child a senior in high school, and both parents now card-carrying senior citizens, it seems a perfect time to capture the moment forever.
And now we three – my son, my daughter and I – find ourselves asking the same questions of life and living variations of the same life theme: What do I want to do with my life? What do I want as my job? What is my purpose now?
Just as their birthmothers handed the babies over to me, I must now hand my children over to God to finish parenting. He most certainly can do a better job than I. And I must stand back even further to allow Him to guide their growth without my interference. Trust is still a major issue, but the focus is now changed to how much I trust God.
As I lay the fruits of my labor, the sacrifice of my handiwork, my children, at His altar and walk away, I am also aware that I am placing the burden of my future into His hands, too. I am weary and fatigued from 22 years of a 24/7 job, but I have grown accustomed to having a rich life’s purpose. My usefulness must now be out-sourced, the momma bear must now hibernate. Now, no longer the mother and feeling like a war-scarred veteran, my job is to become the child again and walk the road of discovery, the object of His perfect parenting. I hope I make my Father as proud of me as I am of my amazing children.