Advent Book Club 2014

We are a month away from the beginning of Advent 2014. I can't believe it! And I am excited to announce this year's devotional book for another online study! 

Nothing says Christmas like the Baby in a manger, shepherds watching their flocks by night and visions of the last days and the end of the world as we know it. Wait. What? If you're like me, I had you up until the apocalypse. During Advent, we look at Jesus coming to earth as a baby. But we also look at His second coming - as described in the book of Revelation and other parts of Scripture. Yet this aspect sometimes gets lost in the manger/shepherds/wisemen Christmas story. Come with me as we explore this other side of Advent! 

We will be using the book "Behold, I am Coming Soon" from Northwestern Publishing House. It includes a daily reading from Revelation and a corresponding devotion. I'll be posting my thoughts or comments daily and you are invited to join the online conversation if you'd like. Read anytime during the day and log on when you're ready! You're free to quietly follow along too. 

The book is available directly from NPH or amazon.ca (or .com in the States) as a Kindle download. For those of you who live near me, I'll be getting a stack of them and you can let me worry about ordering them. Just let me know you'd like to purchase one from me and I'll be sure to set it aside for you ($10). 

The book starts it's readings on November 28th but the first Sunday of Advent starts on the 30th. I plan on reading from the beginning anyway, just to let you know. Of course, that's Black Friday and I may be out shopping but I digress ... I'll be sure to find the time:) 

I pray this will be a blessing to anyone who participates. Feel free to invite a friend if you'd like! Another reason to be in the Word during the busy season of Advent is always a good reason! May God bless your heart's preparation of His coming!

Pumpkins and Bobble Heads

"I'm so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers." 

Anne of Green Gables.

We've been enjoying the beautiful fall weather and colours! We've done field trips - to the pumpkin patch where we took a wagon ride out to the patch to handpick our pumpkins, story time in the barn with apples to snack on and lots of fun playing on the hay! 

Zanna also got to go on a dragon boat ride! It was a really neat experience for her.

Our Nature Corner shows the colours of fall. Zanna even went out and put together a really neat bouquet of leaves to display. 

October also brings Reformation Day and a celebration of all things German along with remembering how God used Martin Luther to rediscover the true gospel message that had been lost in the church at that time in history. 

It's also an excuse to bring out my Marty and Katie bobble heads and display them at the place of honour on the mantel. I like to ask them deep theological questions and watch their heads bob up and down. I need to get out more …

Zanna and I took a day trip on a Sunday at the end of September so I could be present for the baptism of our new god-daughter Ellie. It's such an honour to be a sponsor to this precious baby and she will hold a special place in our hearts as we pray for her and do our best to nurture her faith.  

We went along with Wayne to pastor's conference in New Hampshire which was bee-u-te-ful!!! The scenery was breathtaking. Unfortunately, other people have the same idea so hotels are really expensive this time of year. So we were stuck in a hotel that was NOT cheap and the fanciest amenity was the bottle opener in the bathroom. Classy. 

Will has put a couple months now into high school and is plugging along! He's been good about texting us and Face Timing on the weekends. It's been such a huge transition and we are so proud of him! He's learning how to manage multiple classes and organize himself accordingly. We talk laundry now. He's finished his first football season. He's had his first standard school picture taken - I passed on the "bubbles background" and the one with the fake school bus and went with the plain blue background. For posterities sake. 

We miss him like crazy and can't wait to see him in a month when we go down for American Thanksgiving.

I've been learning to let him earn his own grades and not internalize them as my own. I try not to notice that he's wearing pajama pants when I talk to him because he hasn't done laundry yet and all his jeans are dirty. And I've only called the dean of students once to freak out for no reason. Of course, we're only two months into it. But I think that's still pretty good, right? 

Coming soon … an Advent announcement! 

Open for Business!

Yippee-yi-yay! The basement is finally finished! And Rachel's hair salon is open for business. Come on over. Sit in my chair and tell me your woes as I make you over into a flashier, no split ends version of you. All while I share with you my sage advice and react in horror to the recent antics of your in-laws, neighbours or kid's teacher. I'm here for you. 

This picture show's the before, middle and after. It's amazing what some proper lighting can do, drywall and a real floor. I'm in heaven!

View from the chair

Laundry has got to be done and it might as well get done in a cute space, I say! 

I have frequented the stores of Ikea and Homesense this summer. We should buy stock. I have been known to leave my kids in the van with the windows cracked after bribing them with Tim Horton's Iced Capps in return for their patience as I "run in" to check a few things out. Which pretty much translates to 45 minutes. 

Before and after while looking down the hall from salon/laundry area.

The bathroom is tough to get a good picture but I'll just tell you it's adorable now and when you come over for some therapy  haircuts, you can see for yourself then.  

Another one of my dreams come true (other than my husband, wink* wink*, sweetie) is a pantry to house the freezers, seasonal table stuff, baskets, paper products, tablecloths, etc. Love it.

Behind big double doors? One BIG closet, my friends. Because you can never have too many places to hide your stuff. 

Dresser to the left was put together by Wayne who is a seasoned pro at putting together the Swedish furniture we all know and love.  Ikea shelves to the right have been moved from the schoolroom. If this pastor thing doesn't work out, he can rest assured he's a shoe in to the Ikea family. Just kidding, honey. Stay in the ministry and I'll keep you as my own personal furniture builder. 

He finally has a proper office and is enjoying having a space of his own that does not include exposed pink insulation and cobwebs in every corner. 

It's a miracle he's gotten this far with setting up his office when I've kept him busy putting together furniture …

Schoolroom under construction. Wall to wall shelves going in. To be continued. 

Hello, Perspective.

It's fall for sure because I've had my first Pumpkin Spice Latte of the season. Instant comfort …

I'm finally getting around to this homeschool post. I usually have this one out before now, but it seems everything is different around here this time around! 

Ah, Perspective, you old friend! And the only way to have you in my life is to get older and usually involves me learning the hard way. Back when Will was in "grade 3" (whatever that means), I really started feeling the pressure and need to "up my game" (whatever that means). Six years later and having just brought him through junior high studies, grade 3 with Zanna is looking like a vacation to me now! So I guess what I'm saying is that going into this year of studies, I'm excited about enjoying this time with more of a big picture outlook than I was able to do back in 2008. 

I always prepare for my year by going back to the Word of God, rereading my favourite books on education and going back through my notes of previous years to remind me why we're home educating and what our goals of education are. I even need to be reminded of what education means. 

From there I go through what curriculum and resources I already have and consider what I want to change out or add/take out. My friend, Perspective, has helped me out quite a bit in this area. 

And now for the game plan of this year ….

Bible - Growing in Christ Sunday School Curriculum and My First Catechism (with activity book) both published by Concordia Publishing. I love, love, love this stuff! I did Growing in Christ with Will and it is extremely well done. I am a fan. It incorporates the liturgy of the church, stories are read directly from the Bible (and not dumbed done), art work is beautiful, hymn study is included on CD and their resources of posters, games and books are priceless! I also enjoy being able to listen to Issues, etc.com podcasts of the lessons previous to teaching it. 

Math - Saxon 3 and www.xtramath.org  The website is a new resource and I have her working independently on this in the mornings before we start. It builds quick math fact recall.  It's a fabulous program! And fun:) 

Language Arts - Learning Language Arts Through Literature, Handwriting Without Tears, Institute for Excellence in Writing, All About Spelling, Dance Mat Typing. Overload much? In my defence, this is not everyday. This is over the school year. And the Dance Mat Typing? Who wouldn't want to learn how to type by a singing goat with a British accent? 

History - Story of the World, Volume 3 & 4, with activity book
I had planned on following Sonlight Core B & C but she read the majority of the novels on her own - stinker! And she was already participating in Will's Core G World History so I just went with the flow.  

Science - Science in the Beginning by Jay Wile. Which I am really excited about because it takes a lot for me to get excited about Science. This is taught from the perspective of the days of creation. So for instance, day 1 we are learning about aspects of light. Easy, peasy experiments are included that don't require beakers or gasses. Sign me up. 

2nd Language - Saturday Chinese School. We have dabbled in various methods and languages over the years that include learning Mandarin and French. This year she'll be participating in a school room environment for Mandarin and Chinese culture. Some of her classmates will include some of the girls that were in our China adoption group! 

Music - violin lessons, church choir, etc. She's started with a new teacher of violin this year. She also tags along with us to choir. We have a pretty laid back and very sweet choir director that has welcomed our kids and allowed their participating. She sits next to me with the Altos but she does her own thing. I'd like to think it's still a good experience and a positive exposure. 

Art - Home Art Studio This is new for us and I'm hoping she'll enjoy it. I'm thinking this might be a fun day off thing to do. I'm artfully inept but she may have a chance. Her godmother is a talented artist that people actually pay so maybe … and Zanna's already shown signs of being able to sew so she's a step ahead of me there. 

Extracurricular activities will include year round swim lessons (we take summers off) and ballet.  She's also joined the Lutheran Girl Pioneers at our sister church downtown. I have fond memories (and a wicked charm bracelet to show) of participating as a preteen and earned my baby-sitting, photography, cooking and sewing (haha) charm back in the day. Many days ago. 

We've also joined a homeschool co-op. This is new for me and this is my 10th year of homeschooling. Did I just write that correctly? 10 years. I need a minute. 

So the basic idea is that for 3 weeks at a time, a predetermined  theme is studied and moms take turns leading, teaching, preparing and general corralling kids. For instance, this first theme is Medieval Times. I led the snack and we made non-alcoholic mead and smothered bread (French toast). 
 I think it will be fun for both of us! 

And yes, it's weird with just her and a whole lot quieter. We are missing Will like crazy and I jump when I hear the sound of a text arriving on my phone to see if it's him. We've been blessed with lots of distractions to keep us from being too down in the dumps - Zanna has a frenzy of neighbour friends in and out of our door after school hours, we have finishing touches to do to complete the basement and we're still trying to get the van's air conditioning working. (And now it's cold outside.) We just finished rewatching the final episode of Alias, the best show ever next to Wonder Woman. I honestly don't know if Syndey Bristow or Lynda Carter would win in a dual. Hmmm… And I'm still trying to figure out how to cook for the three of us when I'm used to cooking for 6 (because Will eats a lot).  And just so you know, David's Tea has rereleased their Pumpkin Chai tea and I got a little excited and ordered a lot when I realized I could have it delivered to my door. I blame Perspective - I ran out too soon last year. 

This year's going to fly by. Perspective tells me so. 

The New Normal

And so a whole week has passed and I can barely believe it! Last Friday we arrived on the Luther Prep campus and registered Will for his Freshman year. 

It was completely and utterly exhausting, I kid you not. Heaven forbid we break tradition for moving in weekend not to be sweaty hot.  Because hot it was.  Like every previous registration weekend I'd ever experienced.  My sister- in- law, who lives nearby the school, commented it was the hottest they've had all summer. Of course it was! Especially since Will was assigned Wittenburg, 3rd floor nosebleed section for his dorm room. And our van's air conditioner quit on us. 

All I can say about the whole experience of taking my eldest child to school over 900 miles away in a different country, dropping him off and leaving is that I had prayers on my side, ya'll. I had texts and emails coming to me while we were there that included specific prayers offered up for me and my family. I even had one local homeschool friend put together a Canadian mason jar full of tea, chocolates and Bible passages of encouragement! There is no other way to explain how calm I've felt and sure that we've made the right decision. I guess it could have been that the heat sucked all the energy and emotion out of me. But I'm pretty sure that's not it. The prayers, definitely the prayers. 

After homeschooling him all these years and being the one who decided what he would learn, how it would be taught and in what way and method, I was seriously concerned about delegating this out. I can say now that the classes, curriculum, schedule, expectations, standards, methodology, doctrine and worldview are what I would choose for him. How amazing is that? He's also able to participate in many different sports, broaden his musical ability and talents and hang with fellow Lutherans. We ate in the cafeteria twice while we were there and I actually liked it! Of course anytime I eat something I don't have to make and then clean up I'm more likely to enjoy but that's not the point. It's come a long way since my high school cafeteria days. I wonder if they still serve breakfast Spam sandwiches? Anyhoo … 

I was thrilled when the Dean explained why there wasn't a rule book the size of the yellow pages. They look at each child as a soul, bought and redeemed by the blood of Christ. Each of them is a sinner by nature who will struggle and make poor choices. But they will also be looked at as a saint made perfect in Christ who is constantly growing in their lives of sanctification through the work of the Holy Spirit. Instead of coming up with a book of rules every student should follow if they're going to be a Christian, they are reminded of who they are in Christ.  Every week they'll have 9 chapel devotions to attend so that by the end of the 4 years, they'll have attended over 1000 chapel devotions. That's apart from the Sunday morning church service they attend in town.  

All this and more has contributed to knowing this is where he needs to be!

It was during the opening service in the gymnasium that I realized the last time I was on campus and in the gym was for my sister's graduation in May of 2000. I was there with a 6 day old Will. Little could I have imagined that the next time I'd be back was to bring Will there as a Freshman!

Especially after visiting my nieces in the girls' dorm (which happens to be nicer and better smelling than the boys), I recalled my own positive experience and just got so excited for him. This is what we've wanted for him and this is the only place to get it. We continue to pray that God blesses his time there and that he will continue to grow in wisdom and stature.

Now I'm not going to lie - this will take some getting used to. We just had the quietest car ride home. I guess we know who the instigator was in the back seat - haha! It feels weird walking past his room and it being so empty. It's weird around the dinner table, just the three of us. He's having all these experiences without us around and we've been getting tidbits of texts all week. I'm not sure how often he'll do his laundry or if he'll turn his underwear inside out. By the end of the year, his bedsheets may walk themselves off the bed.  He may never vacuum the carpet remnants  he picked up for his room. But a week under his belt and he's managed to make it to all his classes, got all A's on assignments his first week and commented after his first piano lesson today that "all those long, dead years of theory finally paid off".  And a much anticipated phone call on Friday night revealed a tired but eager student who "really likes Latin" with a professor I had 20 years ago! 

On the home front, I finally get to solve the mystery of who keeps spitting toothpaste on the bathroom mirror and missing the toilet. I have less laundry to wash. And Zanna's now the messiest eater at the table. 

Scenes from our holiday in the Northwoods of Wisconsin visiting my parents and enjoying time with my sister Rebekah and her husband Tom from England. 

Summer So Far ...

This summer has been peaceful, stressful, busy, relaxing - all rolled into one! After our trip to Wisconsin in June, we've been home ever since which is weird for us. And wonderful. 

The big project has been the basement construction. Now granted we're having it done so it's not like I've spent the summer drywalling (as if) but it's required us to move everything in the basement to the garage. Which means I went through everything and purged, sold furniture and items on kijiji, and boxed the rest up to keep. 

Anyway, it's a big project - one that we've wanted to do for a long time and we're really excited about having a home office for Wayne and a finished place for guests to stay when they come (otherwise known as Apartment 2B). And as mentioned before, a salon area for me! 

At this point we're up to painting. Back in the spring when we were discussing with our contractor ways to cut down on the bottom line, I willingly and enthusiastically agreed to do the painting. Dumb. As I type this out with my clawed hands and sore wrists, I am seriously second guessing this frugal assignment I agreed to.  

And because I like overextending myself, I also took on a much smaller project of updating Will's room to a "teen boy room". Gone are the bunk beds and in with a real queen size bed for my growing man. Fresh paint, new curtains and different wall art made it a fun update! 

The peaceful and relaxing side of summer comes in the many hours spent outside because I think this has been the most climate pleasing summer in years! We've taken a lot of walks and I love to hang out in the backyard and read. 

Speaking of reading, I've worked up quite a ferocious appetite for the written word and it's been divine! I just finished Neil Postman's "Amusing Ourselves to Death" and it was an extremely eye-opening book about the state of modern culture. I've also just finished "He Remembers the Barren" by Katie Schuermann. As one who has struggled with secondary infertility, I can personally relate to this book that deals with many questions women often ask themselves and often times never get answers to. This book needs to be in every church library and used as a valuable resource by every pastor.  I wish I had this in hand years ago but better late than never. You can listen to an Issues, etc podcast of her here.

All the hours of painting have afforded much opportunity to listen to many podcasts. A Sacramentally Shaped Life  , The Scriptural Content of the Historic Liturgy  and from Circe, On Igniting a Love of Learning in Your Students. I have also really enjoyed a podcast series from one of my favourite bloggers Edie from Life in Grace. It's a 7 part series titled The Life You Love Manifesto and I found much inspiration here! 

We celebrated the 4th of July this year on the home front and because it's also our anniversary, we threw a party. I had accrued quite a collection of red, white and blue party items. It seems over the last number of years anytime I was at Target in the States or when I was recently introduced to the famed Hobby Lobby, I would purchase in mass quantities whatever 4th of July party paraphernalia I could find - justifying my purchases with the conviction that I would have a party. And finally after 4 years or so, party we did! 

The kids have both just completed summer camp. Will passed the Bronze Cross lifesaving swimming level and is well on his way to being a lifeguard! He did very well by earning a 100% on both his written and practical exam. He certainly doesn't get it from me - I swim like a rock. 

Zanna enjoyed a "Sprouting Chefs Camp" at our local agriculture museum. She adopted a chicken for the week and cooked such culinary treats as Asian dumplings, cupcakes, sorbets and salads. She had a blast! 

Now we're just enjoying these last days of being home before we get back in the minivan and travel to Wisconsin. Will's social calendar has filled up with friends wanting to see him before he leaves. We've got VBS at church in the mornings and I've been working on getting the school year ready for Zanna.

Busy, happy summer days! 

Never Letting Go

It was 1988 and my 8th grade year. My family and I lived in the Bible belt of the Ozarks in southwest Missouri. I attended Pershing Junior High and I was a good student. I got good grades, made the National Junior Honor Society and managed not to cause too much trouble. I was quiet and shy and spent many hours reading in my room listening to top 40 music. We had moved many times over the course of my then 13 years. I was never popular or outgoing, so I certainly wasn't surrounded by hoards of friends, but the Lord always saw fit to give me one or two really good friends that I could count on and be myself with.

 I had always attended public school with the exception of Kindergarten and my 6th grade year where I was blessed to go to an area Lutheran Elementary School.  The oldest of three kids, I was the one blazing the adolescent trail for my younger siblings 3 and 7 years younger than me. I joked that I got to break my parents in.

This particular year was odd. We had moved back to Springfield, Missouri after having lived two other places since the first time we lived in Springfield. Things were familiar but things were different. We were in a different school district so the school I attended didn't have familiar faces I went to grade school with. No matter - I was shy and awkward back then too so it's not like I was stewing on the "good ole' days".  But the Lord blessed me as he had before and gave me two friends that were faithful in their friendship.

It was right before Christmas break if I remember correctly and I was coming home on the bus. I was sitting alone which I don't remember as unusual but I did find it unusual when a boy sat down next to me in my seat. There were plenty of other seats available. This boy in particular was "a jock" and had no business willingly conversing with "a nerd".  I don't remember what we talked about but I remember  being nervous and shy. He was flirting - definitely.  I was sweating - definitely. But I was also excited to have someone popular pay attention to me, who was hardly noticed most of the time.

I had a necklace on that day and he took notice of it and asked me about it. I think it was one of those half necklaces that your best friend wears the other half of? So I was explaining this to him while my heart was pounding and then he reached over to me as if to touch the necklace and instead - groped my chest.

This was scary for me now - I felt very violated and didn't know what to do. I wanted to scream but my voice was lost somewhere in my gut. My stop was coming up soon and if I could just get home and tell my Mom…

Mom wasn't home.

I went downstairs and sat in front of the TV. It was "Little House on the Prairie" and I don't remember the particulars of the episode but it happened to be about a character (one you only see once and never again) who gets molested or something. You can only imagine the condition I was in when Mom finally showed up from running her errands. I was a mess.

It snowballed from there. Dad arrived home and was told. Phone calls to the school were made and it didn't take long to find out the boy had been suspended for two weeks. I didn't have to ride the bus anymore but got rides from Mom or Dad. I went back to school the next day only to have to field a million questions from the other jocks and worse - his girlfriend (who didn't seem so surprised as a matter of fact). What started as an awkward year just got worse. It was better before when no one payed attention to me than now with all this unwanted interaction! Thankfully, my two God-given friends remained by my side and I survived the year.

I may have made it through the year but high school was looming ahead.  The thought of continuing on with these morons (my two friends excepted) made me sick to my stomach. I couldn't do it. I didn't want to do it.

I remember sitting on the bed in my room - brass headboard, floral bedspread, floral wallpaper that reminded me of a field of wildflowers, built in custom shelves my parents had surprised me with when we first moved in to house all my Sweet Valley High books,  my rocking chair in the corner - and I leafed through the Martin Luther Preparatory School catalog I had picked up when I had gone on a tour of it back in 6th grade while attending the LES. I looked carefully at all the pictures of smiling teens in classes, playing sports, singing in choir, acting in drama. I read cover to cover all about the high standards of a Christian education, the quality of the professors, the variety of the extracurricular activities offered, the dorm rooms and cafeteria food and the friendships made. I had noticed a difference that year I had gone to an LES - everyone of us were friends there - our common faith in Christ had a noticeable impact on the quality of my relationships there that even I noticed at a young age. I had also grown spiritually in that short time. Having daily Bible lessons and opening devotions, Bible memory work, starting confirmation and attending daily chapel had all contributed to a sudden spiritual growth.  I yearned for that again. Could this be the answer? 

And so it was decided - by me anyway. Now to tell my Mom since Dad wasn't home yet. Sure, Prairie du Chien, Wisconsin was really far away from Springfield, Missouri but I wanted to get far away from my peers here. My parents knew how hard this year had been for me. Shoot, it had to have been hard on them!

My parents probably have a better recollection of how things went from there. I only remember that after confronting my Mom, I got the old, "we'll discuss this with your Father when he gets home" shpeel and I think she may have turned her back to me to wipe her eyes.  The next thing I remember was preparing to go! I had a black trunk we were filling up with new dorm bedding and matching towels and everything a 14 year old girl could need for dorm living! And off I went along with my "New Kids on the Block" poster!!

This was not a decision we had made years ago. This was not something I had been looking forward to since forever. I wasn't trying to get away from my family - I loved my family! I wasn't a problem child that needed to be sent off somewhere to get fixed. This decision came about mainly from my unhappiness and the events leading up to high school. It came from low self esteem, social clumsiness and a desire to want something deeper and lasting. But the reality is, mine wasn't the final decision to be made. It was my parents whom God had put in charge of my physical, social, intellectual and most importantly spiritual well being. They said yes. They footed the bill year after year. They flew me home and back for vacations or arranged a carpool. They supported my decision. They let. me. go.

My old alma mater of MLPS doesn't exist anymore. It amalgamated with the old Northwestern Prep to make what is now Luther Preparatory School in Watertown, Wisconsin where both my brother and sister went on to graduate from. Wayne never went, choosing instead to stay home in Calgary and go to his local public high school despite the fact his older brother Jeff attended MLPS and graduated the spring before I started in the fall. Jeff has three daughters now going to LPS with my own son starting in the fall- 3 weeks from now, in fact. So I find myself in the shoes of what my own parents once wore. An odd feeling.

So now as I live these last few weeks before he moves out to be 971 miles away from home, I'm torn as my parents must have been once. To keep him here for myself. To fill my wants, my needs. To let him define my identity. To keep him under the watchful eye of his father and me and continue to keep him in a safe cocoon we all are familiar with. Or … to say yes. To foot the bill. To fly him home on holiday or arrange carpool. To meet at Grandma and Grandpa's for Thanksgiving (as I used to do). Supporting his decision. It's time to let. him. go.

My heart hurts.

Thank you, Dad and Mom. Thank you for letting me go back in 1989 when it must not have been easy. Thank you for supporting me. Thank you for footing the bills and sending me spending money. Thank you for praying for me. Thanks for the calling cards and coming to my games whenever you could. Thanks for driving all that way and  meeting me at Grandma and Grandpa's for Thanksgiving. Thank you for listening to me cry and be hormonal over the phone and restraining yourselves from coming to get me the next day. Thanks for taking me and my friends out to eat when you'd come visit. Thanks for the cards and letters in the mail. Thanks for the care packages and for individually wrapping the leaf cookies in bubble wrap every fall so that I could still enjoy them. 

I know that you never really let me go. You were just trusting in the Lord that He would keep me in His care. If anything, you beefed up the prayer warrior parent role and put it in His hands. You knew I would be connected to the means of grace daily and surrounded by professors and tutors who taught and disciplined with proper law and gospel. You expected me to mess up because what teen doesn't? but that I'd be messing up with a spiritual safety net to protect me.

Our Lord has been faithful and he heard all those prayers. Prep gave me a solid, Lutheran education, the best of friends, a chance to bring me out of my shell, to develop my God-given talents and look to Him for my self worth and confidence that I had been lacking. It was not without screwup, mishap, or poor choices. But God never let me go. He had used an awful 8th grade year to bring about a desire to go to Prep and used it for His good.

May I have the strength to now do the same with my own son.  Lord, give me the ability to deny my own selfish wants and desires and simply reaffirm that he's been yours all along. Comfort me knowing that you will use him and whatever experience he has there, good and bad, to grow and develop him into the man you would have him be. Thank you for never letting me go all those years ago just as you continue to hold onto all your children through faith in Jesus, Amen.