Everything is beautiful

All day yesterday was a harried rush to make sure everything went just right for the big moment.

My boy is a boy no longer and seeing him all grown up and taking on his adult personal responsibilities and covenants was indeed a teary eyed moment.

Sooner than it takes to contemplate and truly be prepared for it, he will walk onto that concourse and board the plane that will take him away from home and deliver him into the future we have tried to prepare him to face as a man.

And knowing that he has now shared with us a sacred sense of the most important questions we can ask makes it better. He has now been brought full circle from God's arms, into our arms and now we return him into the service of God as a missionary of love, truth and light.

Like a prayer warrior sent out into the field to face the opposition of the world armed with the scriptures and the armor they provide, he will teach and preach and offer himself and the training he will receive to be the vehicle for those whom he teaches to move from what they know into what can be their personal inheritence in the kingdom of God.

While I know that it will not be a cakewalk, I know that the experiences he will have will profoundly shape not only him personally, but all of us who sit at home and support him emotionally, financially, physically, and, most especially, spiritually.