Roots and Wings.
No, not a hip restaurant specializing in potatoes, turnips, and chicken – spicy or otherwise.
Roots from 18 years of cultivation. Wings from 18 years of attaching; then, suddenly–out, flying solo, as far as I can see (or feel.) We just drove to Oregon for a quick parents weekend visit, football included.
Here’s Mary, 18, now an Oregon Duck, and a month-old college freshman.
Wasn’t she just a month-old? Kids, now (sort of) adults cause a parent to wonder:
–Did I teach her enough?
–Will the roots hold?
–Should I have done it all differently?
–Will she be okay?
Now, when it’s too late; now, I’d like to ask my mom, “Did you feel the same way when you dropped me off at college? Did you second-guess your child-raising techniques? Would you do it all the same way again?” And, “How did you survive five?” (I know that answer. She answered it many-a-time: “One at a time.”)
One at a time, I’ve shoved the bird from the nest. More poignant, the last. I feel like it’s all too late. Too late for more advice and counsel. (They would say, “Yep. Way too late, Mom.”) Too late for do-over’s. Too late to change what’s gone before. Too late to strengthen those roots and wings.
So, I’ll rest in this: I did what I could. I’ll leave the rest to God.
We taste God’s goodness in the roots of His love. Paul wrote:
“…so that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith—that you, being rooted and grounded in love, may have strength to comprehend with all the saints what is the breadth and length and height and depth, and to know the love of Christ that surpasses knowledge, that you may be filled with all the fullness of God.” Ephesians 3:17-19
We taste God’s goodness under the shadow of His wings. The Psalmist wrote:
“He will cover you with his pinions, and under his wings you will find refuge; his faithfulness is a shield and buckler.” Psalm 91:4
We walked a mile to the football stadium with the crowds under a canopy of sun and trees (pinions?) and no rain! It was worth it — we did win.
See her? She’s in the college section – where’s she’s supposed to be. She’s the one wearing green. No? No worries. God does.
O, taste and see that God grows our roots deep into His marvelous love; blessed is the one who nests under the shadow of His wings–no matter how old, no matter how young. Selah. Today’s Psalm 34:8
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