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.

I wait.

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)


  1. says

    It’s so difficult and painful…..It hurts to see them get hurt by others, but then is feels so good to see them getting along with so many.

    Parenthood is the hardest most heartbreaking job in the world.
    Like the Peace Corp.~ The hardest job you’ll ever love.:)

    It’s hard to imagine what God feels in His heart watching us take off for the first time.:)

    God Bless,
    P.S. Today on my blog is Yvette’s visit.:)

  2. says

    I can’t even imagine the stage you are in with your boys… I don’t think I want to either. You are handling it gracefully! I’ll watch and learn.

  3. says

    I remember the feelings I had when my daughter drove off to Virginia from Texas with her now husband. It was scary to let her go, but something that had to be.
    BTW, they’ve been married 5 years now, so it all went well.

    Beautifully written.
    Blessings and Peace

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