"There is always a moment in childhood
when the door opens
and lets the future in."
~ Graham Green
The boxes are scattered throughout the dining room and into the reading corner. Numbered 1 through 6. Taped and ready for the address labels and shipping. They leave tomorrow, but I will have her a few more weeks. Until August 1. I will blink and it will be here.
10,000 miles. Ridiculous! What kind of mother lets her young push off from the nest to go live in a city of 17 million people over 10,000 miles away? I didn't anticipate this day on the April Sunday when she was five years old and her quivering lips told me she needed to be baptized that night because, "I really want to go to heaven, Mom, and I know I have to be baptized to get there."
"Do you think we will be able to fit the storage shelving unit in, Mom? I really need that for the closet." Without thinking, I look and measure and mumble something about no, it won't, surely there will be some sort of shelving system that can be bought there...
It's dangerous there. She is so absent-minded and unaware of the dark side. This day never even crossed my mind years before when we talked almost all night about the trip God had taken her on in prayer--the night I told her to always listen to the Voice and to always say "Yes..."
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