I brought my five year old son to the airport today. He is spending a week and a half with his grandparents and going camping at the beach in Carpinteria. Its pretty much his favorite place on earth. I thought I was looking forward to a quiet week with just Caiden at home, but as I walked away from my smiling boy who stood there waving and waving and getting smaller and smaller and farther and farther away, I just kept thinking, "What in the world am I doing?! Why is my little boy standing so far away and I am not going toward him, but am actually walking away from him?" I wanted to run right back over there and scoop him up! I was trying to be brave for him and for Caiden, but as I got into the car and drove away, the tears welled up in my eyes.
My main job at home is to disciple him and teach him. Its like a never-ending commission. School never lets out. He's learning so much and we work so hard, its a shame to have him leave. "School is still in session!" I want to exclaim and hold him close to me. But I have to remember that it is actually the Holy Spirit who is his true teacher and I am just a tool. So now, I pass the burden of this great commision on to grandma and grandpa and pray that the Lord uses them this next week as His tools to teach this little scholar.
I love you, little Elliott. We'll save your place in class for you for your return. No one will be sitting at your desk!