I let him go…
Whispered prayers on my breath.
Sorting through what is me…worry…insecurity…fear.
And what is Him…strength…security…assurance.
So hard when it involves my child.
I watch. Over interpret a word…an action.
Were they intending to wound? Was he wounded?
Where is my Anchor; where is my Strong Tower?
I am, He whispers…
So, I let him go.
Placing my worries
under His wings until my child is returned.
This letting go, this growing thing,
is about more than me.
He returns…face bright with victory…
friends beaming at his side.
And even the birds are singing with my heart.
For my beloved is finding his wings.
As much as there is fear,
as much as there is a desire to cling and grasp and spread my wings over him,
He will never learn to fly if I do so.
There is another’s wings who cover him.
Amazing wings that give room to soar.
Thank you, Lord.
“I will sing of the Lord’s great love forever; with my mouth I will make your faithfulness known through all generations.” (Psalm 89:1)