The toddler, pre-teen, and teenage years flew by. Next was college, jobs, and mission trips to foreign lands................I trusted God and let them go.
And then, all at once, it happened........
And my baby girl turned 18 and swore into The Marines-
I didn't realize it but my grip was tightening. This mama bird still wanted to keep those chicks tucked in the nest. Safe. Under my wing. In my sight. Fear was choking my joy. My body was physically reacting to this paralyzing fear of abandonment.
Who am I? Where is my value? What now?
But God knows our pain and our struggles and was doing a work in my heart. He brought godly women into my life and I began to see God again in His Holiness. A renewed awe of His character and of how much He loves us (His children). His redemptive work on the cross and our position in Christ brought a sense of peace. I began to believe again that I have worth apart from my label as mom because Christ gave His life for me, and therefore, imparted great value to me. I believe again that I am deeply loved, fully pleasing, totally forgiven, accepted, and COMPLETE in Christ. These truths bring freedom and joy instead of bondage.
His letting go lesson culminated with a weekend ladies retreat. My heart was soft, pliable, ready to receive from the Lord. Our speaker, Irma Pressley, spoke about Jochebed, Moses' mother, and how she had to release her child Moses, not once but three times.
- At three months, she put Moses in a basket and placed him in the Nile River letting him go. Exodus 2:3
- After nursing him, she brought him to Pharoah's daughter. Again, letting him go. Ex 2:10
- As a murderer, Moses fled Pharoah's presence into the wilderness. His mother had to let him go a final time. We have no more mention of Jochebed in Scripture so we don't know if she ever saw her son again.
As a remembrance, my retreat roommate (or bunk buddy, as I called her all weekend) and I plan to weave a reed basket to keep in our homes as a visual reminder of God's promise that our children are beloved of God and that He is our El Roi- Our God Who Sees and we can entrust them to Him once more.
My hands, again, are open wide, letting go, ready to watch them soar!


