For the most part, the activities for the parents were informative in nature. I think mainly they were meant to give us peace about leaving our daughter in their care. If in fact that was the mission, they did a nice job. To be honest, I knew when we attended an open house in the spring last year, that chances were good this would be Becca's choice for college. This week turned out to be my third visit to the school, but it didn't take three visits for me to be at peace with her decision. We like the school, and the people. I have no doubt that she is where she is meant to be, and it's a great fit for her.
|Photo: Mine H.S. Graduation Day 2012|
Following that session, we transitioned into the concert I mentioned. A leader stepped up and asked us all to circle our chairs into small groups of 6 or 8. Then he gave us a topic and a few minutes to pray. Different ones in our group took turns praying. After several minutes, he would close out that section by praying himself, then give us another topic. We prayed for our kids, their professors, the classes, campus security, for roommates, for those that might struggle with loneliness, and many other relevant things. We prayed for about an hour. It seemed like 10 minutes.
Normally I'm not one that struggles to pray in public, but I couldn't open my mouth. I found the process to be so emotional, that I literally had to excuse myself and find some tissues before returning. I'm thinking, you are 49 years old, you knew this day was coming, she's less than 7 hours away from home, besides you are practically going to see her monthly this first semester, now man up! I didn't. I just kept blowing my nose, wiping my tears, hoping that everyone else had their eyes closed.
Somewhere in the middle of all of that, I got it. With over 100 people in small groups, all simultaniously praying, it was a concert. A concert of prayer. Since I couldn't seem to open my mouth, I listened. To those in my group, the groups around ours and others further out. No instruments, no audience, but a concert just the same. Just voices, talking to our heavenly father. Then without warning, I felt it. I felt the peace God promises when we focus on Him. In fact, Isaiah called it "perfect peace" (Isaiah 26:3).
Frankly, this next chapter will still be a struggle for me. But one that will keep me on my face before my Father, and I don't think that's bad. I think He's ok with that, and I'll be ok with Becca growing up. I think.
Speaking of growing up, today is Becca's 18th birthday. Happy Birthday my sweet girl. I love you.