Grace For Change

This past weekend we moved my youngest to her college dorm. I can’t believe how fast this has happened. My son (my oldest) will be a senior in college this year. It seems like just a couple of years ago they were my little kids arguing about which Veggie Tales video to watch. I don’t know how I feel about my daughter moving 3 hours away. I felt the same way when my son left three years ago.

There are many things I am concerned about. The biggest thing on my mind is how the country seems to be moving backward from progress, and by progress, I am talking about the progress this country made during the civil rights movement. When I grew up in Texas I rarely encountered racism. Perhaps I was just too naive to see it. But I never felt afraid that my life was endangered.

Maybe the racists in our country have finally decided they can’t hold it in or hide their true feelings about other people anymore. I worry about my children as they become adults. The world I seem to be leaving them is a much harsher one than I remember growing up. Maybe that just comes with age. Neither of them has ever told me or their mother about any encounters with racist. However, I think they may be as naive as I was when I was a kid.

I do think both of them are good judges of character. Both of them are extremely intelligent. I also trust the Lord to watch over them. I pray for them all the time. I think we (me, their mother, and their stepdad) have done a pretty decent job of teaching them right from wrong. I think we have instilled some really good values in the both of them. Hopefully, they will take what has been given to them and use it to successfully navigate this life. And I do expect them to do well in this life. Perhaps it is their generation who will make real changes in the world and make it a better place.

Anyway, I guess what I’m trying to get out here is that I already miss both of my kids. Now that they are both in college I feel like my own life is moving into a new phase. Having to sit back and watch them make their own decisions is hard. All I can do is try to give them guidance. I remember that my mom and dad let me make my own decisions when I became an adult. Some decisions I regret, and some were very good decisions. It will be the same for my kids. And I think they are much better equipped to make better decisions than I did at their ages.

I am very proud of them and I know they will be okay. I happen to know they are good people. Hopefully, they will remain good people at their core.

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