SubscribeMisty-eyed, I watched as they walked together across the grass – big guys, all three. My guys…my sons. I turned and got in my car. Driving away, blinking to clear my vision, gratitude swelled within me.
I’d made the trip from home that morning in a car packed with all the odds and ends of life to drop my middle son at TIU. He’s beginning his final year of undergrad study. I’d made the same trip only two weeks before with his younger brother – our athlete. The youngest is entering his freshman year of study with a football scholarship and eagerness to prove himself on the field.
After checking-in his brother, our football player joined us in unpacking the car. As usual he was hungry, so we called their older brother and invited him to join us for lunch. The oldest, a graduate of TIU, was finishing up the week as an admissions counselor before moving on to student teaching.
It was good to have all three together again.
On the road to the restaurant, the boys joked and laughed – mirroring their father’s sense of humor. Through hearty portions of food and the ride back to campus, the banter continued. Too soon it was time for mom to head home.
I watched them walk away together across the grass…my guys, my sons. Do they know how proud I am? Do they realize how grateful I am to the God who reached out to me while they were still young? I wonder if they recognize the grace that brought them, all three, to this place.
Amazing grace! how sweet the sound…
Bittersweet the sight – grown-up men where my heart remembers little boys, yet I wouldn’t call the years back. Instead, I choose to look forward to all God has yet to do – confident of the future because I have God’s ear and He holds my heart.
