I held back the tears as we packed up his bags drove down the road toward town. I laughed as my little girl walked up and down the rows of seats at the airport, trying to make friends with everyone we saw. I tried to enjoy my tall white mocha, as we sat there, waiting for his plane to board. And then, with a last hug and kiss, he boarded. It was as I walked away from the gate that a few well-guarded tears began to fall. Just a few, I was in public after all.
I made it to the car, strapped my little girl into her seat and drove across town to an outdoor shopping mall. There my girl and I had lunch and I bought a new shirt. Our time shopping seemed, normal, which seemed wrong for a day like today. People smiled at me and commented on how adorable my little one was. The store clerk told me to have a nice day. And I told her the same in return.
As I drove back to the house I looked at the crystal blue sky outside, and the beautiful landscape before me. It all seemed too beautiful. Shouldn’t the world be rainy on a day like this?
But it wasn’t.
Life continues to move on, be it at a slower, slightly dragging pace for now.
And life is still beautiful.
My daughter still giggles.
The weather’s still gorgeous.
New yummy restaurants continue to open up.
God is still good.
“And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose” (Romans 8:28, NIV).
Even on days like this, I have to trust that God is in control. I have to trust that even less than ideal things are working toward an ultimate good. What that is I do not know, maybe I never will, but I’ll be a willing vessel until then.