Tonight will be my son Lucas' last night to sleep in our home as a resident of our household. He graduated with honors from Southern Illinois University with a bachelor’s degree in accounting in May. Now, it is time for him to launch.
Wow, where have the years gone?! It seems just yesterday I was rocking him in my arms and pulling him out of mud puddles.
The past few weeks, I have been wondering how I would feel this day as I see the trailer packed for his cross country move to Tulsa, Oklahoma. And now I know. I am sad, yet excited. Mourning, yet content.
How much more could I possibly ask for from my Heavenly Father? I have had the privilege of watching my son grow into a mighty man of God.
Lucas, since I know you will be reading this, I will personally address these comments to you......
Son, thank you for 22 years of joy. I loved every moment of sharing life with you in our home. You were the first to provide me with baby curls. And you were the first to chase after a baby calf at a rodeo. You never let us have a dull moment as you filled our home with laughter and song. (Well, laughter anyway! )
Thanks for walking in incredible honor and obedience toward your mom and dad. Thanks for raising the bar of integrity to your generation as you have stood out from the pack in testimony to your Lord and King.
I could not be prouder of you. You have exceeded my dreams for your launch. Back all those years ago your dad and I agreed on our highest goal for this day: that you would know how to hear the voice of God and have the desire and power to obey Him. I believe you have that, son. And so I am ready.
Fly straight. Fly far. And know your mom will always be your greatest fan.
I love you.....and the porch light will always be on for you (even as your brothers have already claimed your bedroom.)
I love you more than you will ever know.