My heart is still caught in the afterglow of the wedding day. As a mother-of-the-bride there is a kind of fragile
and vulnerable bundle that you carry with you when it comes to your daughter’s
wedding. That bundle is packed with wishes,
lots and lots of prayers, hopes, blessings, memories, probably some expectations, lessons learned, growing
pains and so much more.
I remember, 25 years ago, rocking our precious little girl
Amanda, still in awe at the miracle of having been a part of creating this new
being, and at the same time already feeling the inevitable pain that comes with
knowing that someday we would be “letting her go”.
Already then I was hoping and praying that the Lord would bless her with a life partner who would love, cherish, and walk along side of her while she continued to be the person that God created her to be. I prayed and blessed the family which this person would grow up in. So here I am, 25 years later, in awe at the goodness of God in having led David and Amanda together.
As a “missionary” now living in a different country than 2 of my
kids, there are some things that come with that lifestyle which are not
part of what every mother wishes for. There is a
lot of letting go, usually sooner than you feel ready to. For me there has
been the “dying” to having a “homestead” with a heritage and permanent roots, and
truly knowing where that place is. There is also a selfish and jealous side of
me that pops up when I think that others might take “my” mother role and walk
along side “my” children. How silly am I
to think that we can keep for ourselves what is not ours, and not to see that
there is far greater reward in giving, trusting, and letting go of what is not
ours to keep in the first place.
So, 2 weeks later, I say thank you Lord for loving and
blessing us as we let go and watched the joining of these two precious lives ...lives that have been prayed for by many, even by some of you over the years.
David
and Amanda we bless you!
Mom
Mom
