I thought that I had let go. My beautiful, grown-up daughter, so independent, so smart.
A different state. That's ok.
And then the trips started.
Lots of trips.
To an unstable country.
Why does her heart have to go there?
But she always came back after a few weeks.
That's ok. God is using her there.
She's always home in a few weeks after all.
But then today...
It's a different country.
Another unstable part of the world.
It's for two YEARS.
I thought that I had let go. But I'm her mom.
God, thank You that she follows hard after You.
God, thank You that if I have to let her go, it's to You I'm releasing her.
God, help me to let go every time I want to take her back.
She was Yours first before she was ever ours.
I know how much You love her.
Take care of our baby girl.
