Summertime Blues

Summertime is supposed to be long and drawn out. You spend days on end lounging by the pool and hoping it doesn't rain. It seems to me that every summer ends up being hurried and frantic. Every year I say this summer we're going to do nothing for two months and -- it never happens. Again, this year I had every intention of doing as little as possible and again I feel like I've failed. I hope to change that (at least a little) in the coming days and maybe, just maybe, by the time Jacob returns from his mission trip things will be under control.

Part of me is excited for this trip and for him and the other part of me (the big, weepy mommy part) is NOT. I want him to have the experience and he is really excited to go, but it's so far from me. Eight to ten hours from me. He's never been that far before. When we signed up back in January I was all for this trip, now I gotta say it, I'm dreading it just a little. I could have signed up as a chaperone, but hubby and I talked about it and decided that it would be a great opportunity for Jacob to see his faith as separate from ours -- to take ownership of it and use it. It sounds great doesn't it? How come I'm having such second thoughts?

Lord and Saviour, my heavenly Father, give me peace about this trip. Help Jacob to engage in opportunities to use his faith and to have a great time. Help me to let go and allow you to be his Father as I should. Help him to recognize you in those he meets and open himself up to your will for his life.