I knew the day was coming; I should have been more prepared. I’m not quite sure how you prepare though. Blake has moved into his apartment and he begins college Monday.
His room here at the house is now bare. Of course, it is still a wreck. I think part of me hates to clean it because then it will definitely look like he has moved out. But as I walk by there’s no music, no guitar or keyboard sounds, just silence. Oh how I loved listening to him play, sing and prepare for worship. His music continually filled this house with praise.
But beyond that sad is a different kind of sad. It’s the sad that he no longer will come home at the end of the day to a house that serves and worships the Lord. I am praying for his roommates and praying Blake will shine brightly as an example amid living in the middle of the “world.”
I am very thankful for this kid. OK – he’s a young man! I know the Lord is watching after him and I am hanging on to the promise of Proverbs 22:6, “Train up a child in the way he should go and when he is old he will not turn from it.”
It’s amazing how fast these years have passed.