Here I sit two ticks past midlife. In front of me my children are launching into adulthood like planes off a busy carrier deck. Kate is pursuing a degree in intercultural studies. The drive to learn propels her into the sky, bye bye.Ahead I see my mother, who barked at me for the first time in many years. I was straightening her blanket in the nursing home when Alzheimer's shouted, "NO!" in that razory Mom tone that means, "Stop now or wooden spoon."
I have grown restless here in Odessa. Too many funerals and not enough life. Grief and fear have clamped us to the deck. My courage has not been enough to point us to God and His provision against fear and for a future. So we look to launch where God has for us next.
