Suddenly she’s Eighteen!

Happy 18th, girl! How can this already be so? You are skipping into eighteen with glee, and I’m dragging in, fingers clenched around the reins, white-knuckled, holes torn in the knees, dirt on my face (ok, actually mud) where the tears have left tracks. I want to hide in the cute little toddler, but this planet keeps making its trips around the sun. 

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I took comfort in the routine we had created, one year similar to the next. But now, I see an unfamiliar horizon in the distance, and I feel anxiety deep in my bones. 

But she’s not worried. She has dreams, hopes and desires, and I better catch up with her and follow her lead. 

And then I’m reminded of a Bible verse that has become very special to us as her parents. 

Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows.

James 1:17

Am I going to continue to trust these words when the unknown looms? Will I let go of the reins of control (again) and rest in the knowledge that my gentle Heavenly Father wants to quiet me and the child He has leant me in His embrace?

This morning between squeals and balloons, waffles with whip cream, presents, and a very exuberant Happy birthday song, I remember that I may not know all the plans ahead, but that’s ok. I know Who does, and I know He can be trusted. 

For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans for welfare and not for evil, to give you a future and a hope.

Jeremiah 29:11