Wings

A beautiful daughter is preparing for a 6 month adventure in Europe. She is already talking about extending that to include some visiting in Italy and Spain. As I type, her voice is tunefully rehearsing a melancholy strain sung to words of commitment -- "So take my life, and let it be a living prayer, my God, to Thee." I will miss hearing her. I will miss her quiet, gentle nature and her heartfelt laughter. But it is her time to fly. So fly she will, on wings that will take her to places of service for Him.

Be blessed, my sweet daughter, my own fifth child. Grow and be beautiful in Him.