This Immersion Trip Journey my 18-year-old daughter Candace is on has seemed real to her from the beginning. Sometime in January SHE heard God say, "Go!" SHE has met her team. HER thoughts have been consumed with raising money, what to take, and writing blog posts and support letters.
I've been in denial.
Yes, I helped extensively with raising money, placing Amazon orders, and proof-reading texts. But the money was for that trip she'd be going on….later. I've placed hundreds of Amazon orders…what's one or two or three more? And all those heart-felt letters and blogs? Well, I've been her homeschool teacher for 18 years; what's one more essay to proof? Honestly, those myriads of details to work out BEFORE her trip have been a mental buffer between me and saying, "Good-bye".
Yesterday we held our last fund-raiser: a rummage sale at the 5-way in Magee. God has miraculously provided all her money PLUS extra for all those supplies and expenses she'll have over the next 9 months. Yesterday, as we packed up all the left over items and donated them to a charity, it hit me: It's over. ALL the hard work - making and auctioning items, two garage sales, selling T-shirts, craft fairs to sell bracelets, the Gala, the support letters - done. The summit of an unscalable mountain has been reached. The $11,900 has been raised! And while there are a few odds and ends to accomplish before her September 7th launch date, the buffer is eroding quickly. I am face to face with the reality that my baby, my last fledgling, my constant companion for 18 years, is about to fly the nest. I know she will return…for a while…but once those birds fly it's never the same.
I am excited for her. What an amazing, life-changing opportunity! She and God are going off on their own adventure. And through my falling tears and choking voice I sing to her Mark Harris' song:
For all that you might do
As I watch you grow
And that faith gives you the courage
|Her "wings" look a lot like a backpack.|
(I love you, Candace!)