The wrestling match moves from outside to inside.
In those days, I was wrangling multiple pieces and parts, getting children here and there, kissing boo-boos, monitoring homework and eating and habits, wondering over and over if I was guiding in the right direction.
Today I am wrangling pieces of my own heart, going back and forth between wondering how much to reach out, step back, cheer their own way, ask for face time and visits.
Too much? Not enough?
My young mom friends must think, on occasion, Oh, to have her free time.
I think, on occasion, Oh, to have their assurance of being needed in the moment.
Such a transition to carry the wrangling from the frenzy of outside to the quiet wondering of inside.
And so my prayer:
Lord, with so much physical distance now between my children and me, show me when mine is the next step to take.
