My 11 year old daughter flew out early this morning with her grandmother as a business trip tag-along. Helping man the Mission of Mercy booth at a women’s conference in southern Massachusetts earned her a plane ticket and a few days hookie from school.
She just called me from their layover in the DC airport. “Dad, we saw the Capitol Building! And the White House! And the Washington monument off in the distance! Even took some pictures!”
That’s the beauty of letting go (even though a trip with Grandma is hardly much of a risk). The older she gets, the less she will need me to guide and direct the steps of her everyday life. The more she’ll be able to stand on her own, make some decisions, do the right things, and write her own story.
I’m beginning to morph from a voice barking orders and dictating her schedule (although I must confess, I do occasionally bark). Hopefully, a piece of me now actually lives inside of her, and her choices are becoming guided from the inside out. Not just from my pre-scripted playbook.
That’s what God promises us, too. He’s not just a set of rules for us to live by. He longs to send the Spirit of His Son, Jesus Christ, to live inside of us. To re-shape our desires. To guide our choices. To shape our adventure into everything He created it to be. From the inside-out.
“You can tell for sure that you are now fully adopted as his own children because God sent the Spirit of his Son into our lives crying out, ‘Papa! Father!'” (Gal. 4:6 MSG)