Its Only Werds...

Who is that baby / man in the pictures in my previous post?

THAT, in the previous post, is my youngest son. I have much to say about him, but this abbreviated version will have to do. He is the youngest of three and he is 22 years old. He is of a generation one youth pastor described as "goal-less, aimless, content to 'chill', without future plans, drifters..." or somethings of the like. He has struggled with college, jobs and even military endeavors, not to mention in his relationship with his high school sweetheart. I could write a book alone on him and maybe someday I will.

 But for now, suffice it to say this: He wanted to go into the Air Force, but could not get the schooling he wanted. He waited WEEKS upon WEEKS. Then he went back to his original desire, to join the Marine Corps of the United States. I cringe. Not because I am anti-military, though I have my huge concerns there; not because I am pro-war or anit-foreign coutries; not because I disbelieve he can do this...because he is my son, my baby -- and I want him around.

I said in my picture post that countdown is twelve days...'we think', because everything this son of mine has done or failed to do up to this point has been decided in the eleventh hour. We had a going away family get-together for him in early July. He is still here. We never know until it really happens what this guy will or will not do. I hold my breath; half of me wants him to stay. Mouch off of ol' Ma for now, I love seeing you around! Half of me is praying this will come to pass, but only for the part about being FORCED to learn some things that can help him and that cannot come from me. I have peace from God, Who allowed me to have this little guy in my life for this long, that all things will work together for his good. I am giving him little "love notes" every morning to remind him of scripture he might want tucked in his heart and to encourage him to be strong in the Power the Mighty Hand of God.

lots of words, but they all fall short...

he is stilll, and always will be, my baby.

metaphors abound...