The longest 3 weeks in my life ends today, and my son will be home for the first time after he enlisted for National Service.
During our almost daily telephone calls I felt that he was changing, from the carefree young man I called my son to a soldier who has begun to train and live for a purpose bigger than him. Yes, I am proud of him and I am also accepting that his world is growing bigger from being my son to being a soldier, and soon, a boy friend, a husband, a father… and simultaneously his world as my son will grow smaller, and less important.
This morning as I was in prayer, I realized, may be God too would have dreaded at the thought of sending me into this world for my “national service”. He would have watched my world over here growing bigger than HIM, and HE becoming a less important part of my life. He saved me from myself by sending storms and angels to make me come to my senses and realize who I am and why I am here.
While in prayer this morning, I realized that God is waiting for me to come home just like I am waiting for my son to come home. HE is counting the days, the hours and waiting for me to come home, to give me the biggest hug and tell me how much he missed me, and hold me close to HIS heart never to be separated again.
As for my son, I have no fear any more… because I know he will always be a soldier for Christ and a man of God. I know this because God has put HIS seal on my son, and HE goes after those HE has called HIS own. I take comfort in the love of God that comes looking for us; in the storms and angels HE sends our way, when our world over here begins to grow bigger than HIM.
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