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Sometimes, I think my kids are my carry-on luggage.
I pack them full of all the things they need: God's Word. Clean underwear. Good books. Up-to-date immunization records. A new toothbrush and toothpaste.
And I am ready to roll them on-board, right alongside me, on my mission with God, in my life, tucked close by my feet or just overhead, as part of my plan, on my travel itinerary.
But then, I arrive at the gate, and maybe the flight is overbooked, or my bag is too bulky, and I am asked by an attendant to check it at the gate.
"It will be there on the jetway when you arrive at your destination," they assure me.
And I have to part with it, and trust, as a big orange tag gets looped through its handles, and I must let it go.
For it was never intended to be carried-on at all, as it turns out!
And so I let it go, and step aboard the plane, and trust and pray and part--knowing it's in good hands--it will get to where it needs to go, all in good time, just as it needs to be.
But I feel a bit lost without it--lighter, but lost--and I settle into my seat and order my drink and know that we are both on this plane--in His hands--and He knows the way and will get us both to where we need to be.
"I have been young, and now am old, yet I have not seen the righteous forsaken or his children begging for bread." Psalm 37:25
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