As a tear streams down my face, I have one thought: I am glad children fly the coop gradually. Gradually is all my heart can take.
Max is making his way out of the nest little by little.
He just left for Nicaragua, where his team will do sports camps and Vacation Bible School in a very poor area. We dropped him off at church. He was so joyful and excited. This is his third week away this summer.
Praying for him to remember to not drink the water. Praying the camps they do are fun for the children, and full of love and patience. Praying Max comes back with a better view of poverty, and if his heart is broken, that lots of good things come from that.
I am so thankful he gets to travel internationally in this capacity with people I trust. Thank you, God. Thank you for your son Jesus, and for our son, Maxwell.
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