My kids moved out Memorial Weekend...all three of them. My oldest son, James bought a house & the other two were invited to live with him. Our kids have always been very close, so it's not surprising that they would choose to stay together.
The first couple of nights was difficult...I admit I cried at night. It was weird to be in a home without kids. I still have moments of tearing up when I go by their "rooms". I've been busy making them into guest rooms and my daughter's room will be an office/sewing room.
Well the other day, as I was watering my garden & pondering God's miracle of creation. I was praying for my kids...something along these lines..."Lord, help the kids follow you and capture their hearts, so that they will truly understand Your love, help them understand the freedom you give & heal them from all the mistakes we made as parents." About that time, I looked up & there were three little white butterflies fluttering around my head & flowers.
To me, this was a confirmation that God has my kids in His hands & will do a mighty work in their lives.
Each time that I go to water my garden -- it seems these three butterflies visit me. A cute reminder to never stop praying for my kids who are "fluttering" around their own personal gardens of life.
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