Me: "I'm going to miss you. Like REALLY miss you. Like REALLY REALLY REALLY miss you."
Wolffe: "I know, Mom. I'm going to miss you, too, but don't worry, I've got this!"
Me: "What do you mean?"
Wolffe: "I am going to miss you, but I know I am going to have so much fun that it won't be so bad. I also know you will be ok."
Me: "How do you know that?"
Wolffe: "Because I prayed for you this morning. And I will pray everyday that I am at camp. God's going to take care of you."
"I prayed for you this morning." Those words keep running through my head...and my heart. My son is praying for me. Wow. He is praying for me. This child that I pray for each and every day is praying for me. This really isn't new. I have heard Wolffe pray for me before during bedtime prayers. In fact, I hear it every night. What is new, was that I wasn't there. I didn't hear it. He was on his own and I was...on the outside of the bus. And, to be honest with you, as hard as it is to be on the outside - it's also a wonderful feeling! Proverbs 22:6 tells us "Train up a child in the way he should go: and when he is old, he will not depart from it." As my child gets older, it is becoming more and more evident that all those years of "training" are sticking. Despite sometimes feeling like he isn't listening - he really is. He is listening, soaking it all in and, following the path God has set for him. Yes, he will make mistakes, but he is listening. He is learning. He is making choice. Choices only he can make. Yes, I'm on the outside of the bus, but that's ok because his Father is on the inside.

