For we are God's workmanship, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do. Ephesians 2:10

In one more week, my boy will be gone. Off to start his life, to make his own way, a young airman with all his future before him.

I can say all the right things. It's time for him to make this leap, it's the right choice, it will be a good life. It makes it no easier to watch him go.

He's a strong young man, Godly and focused and centered. He longs for direction and a life of meaning. Through his quiet, steadfast faith, he'll find what he was created for, he'll enter the good works prepared for him. All I can do now is pray for him and let him go.

As long as the earth endures, seedtime and harvest, cold and heat, summer and winter, day and night, will never cease. Genesis 8:22

Seedtime and harvest; the work of sowing, the anxiety of waiting, the joyous celebration of plenty. All to do it again the next year. An endless cycle of focus and meaning and growth; of learning, and changing, and redirecting.

It seems like I should have my life figured out by now. Four grown kids, a mid-term career, and yet the constant question of where do I belong, what should I be doing, where do I go from here? It's an incredible comfort somehow, through the all the uncertainty, to see this time as a natural cycle, as a prerequisite to a new harvest, a new celebration of what God will provide.