The first of my four children is preparing to leave home. I use the word preparing loosely because there is no real plan, at least not one that qualifies as mom and dad approved. He was gung-ho for the Marines until the repeal of “don’t ask don’t tell” and the death of a local soldier. Then it was the police academy, an EMT course at a local technical school, fireman training, or maybe a plumbing class. One thing he has remained adamant about is that traditional college is out of the realm of possibility, at least in the immediate future. We do know a part of his current after graduation plan is to rent a place with a couple of friends, neither of whom, really, has anything settled either.
As one might imagine we, as his parents, are worried. We worry over his ability to provide for himself and his future family. We worry about the consequences of possible bad decisions . We worry about his safety and even his life. Without a doubt these feelings are not so different than those our own parents felt as we set out to chart our own destinies. Believe me when I say they had cause for concern. Yet here I am today a conservative Christian in a traditional marriage with four children, a dog, a cat, and a hamster.
I have said “there but for the grace of God I go” far too many times for it not to be only by the grace of God that I’m here. As I spent time in prayer recently, God gently reminded me of that and the fact that His grace still abounds and is available to my son too. He whispered to my spirit, “Don’t worry, I’ve got it covered” and the wonderful thing is I know He does. He has a plan even if my son does not.