My California-born son (now 20) saw fireflies for the first time today. He texted his excitement all the way from Virginia and I shared in the joy of all things new and wonderful during this summer tour with drum corps.
A season of growing.
What a blessing to watch our kids, nieces and nephews as they pack up all their years of loving, nurturing, the many lessons learned only to flutter their wings and head boldly toward their dreams. They take the open door and like the firefly, they each take their own path. It’s never a straight line… doesn’t really have to be. Either way, they still shine!
Because there’s glory in the light.
Blessing in the journey.
Strength to stay above ground.
And prayer to carry them safely back home.
Train up a child in the way he should go; even when he is old he will not depart from it.
With a thankful heart,