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Time to Fly.

It's that time again:  time for another one to fly.  In just two more days, my fourth one will leave the nest. 

An important looking package came in the mail a few months ago.  Mom Dot, the official mail-checker of the house, trotted in with it tucked under her arm.  It had Ben's name on it.  

We had been waiting to hear what the next step was for our soon to be graduating son.  Ben had applied to several colleges and two of the academies.  So far, he had received one acceptance to a local university and had been wait listed by others.  But his senior year was clicking on by, and we were getting a little anxious.  

As the family gathered around him that afternoon, the thought crossed my mind that when only an envelope arrives from a college or academy, it is usually means no.  But this was a package.  A big, fat Priority Mail package from the USMA Prep School in West Point, New York.  

We know the Prep School well, as (by God's grace), we already had one son attend there.  Matthew was a Prepster and has recently completed his second year at West Point.  We are both proud and grateful.  

Ben tore the package open to reveal a leather bound folder with United States Military Academy Prep School imprinted on the front.  An appointment.  We screamed.  We jumped.  We high-fived.  We celebrated. 

Because we felt the deadline had passed,  I had stopped praying about the Prep School. His dad had stopped praying.  Ben had stopped praying.  But not Mom Dot.  She never gave up.  She never quit asking.  

Ben called his brother, Matt, to tell him the news.  He already knew.  

In fact, he had known for three days. 

"Isn't that just like the Lord?"  older sister, Bethany, said. "Something is always coming."

Excuse me while I go look in the mirror and have a talk with myself that goes something like this:  Oh ye of little faith.

We pray.  We worry.  We grow weary. We stop praying.  But God is working.  God is listening.  God is already answering.  

Even when we can't see it, something is always coming.   

Giving Ben a send off dinner at 
The Boathouse.
(that's the faith- filled Mom Dot on the right)

“Ask, and it will be given to you; seek, and you will find; knock, and it will be opened to you.  For everyone who asks receives, and he who seeks finds, and to him who knocks, it will be opened. 

Or what man is there among you who, if his son asks for bread, will give him a stone?  Or if he asks for a fish, will he give him a serpent? 

If you then, being evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father who is in heaven give good things to those who ask Him!"

                                                          Matthew 7:7-11  NKJV

5 Comments to Time to Fly. :

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Nancy on Sunday, July 20, 2014 5:33 AM
I am so proud of you Mom and Dad. You have done an awesome job raising God's children to be more like Jesus and our Heavenly Father. I know everyone is strutting their peacock feathers with pride. Love you all. Nancy
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margie on Monday, July 21, 2014 10:04 AM
Thank you, sweet Nancy! Appreciate your encouraging words.

margie on Monday, July 21, 2014 10:04 AM
I love you Dee Dee!

Debbie on Monday, July 21, 2014 3:02 AM
Wow - good job! Not only proud of Ben but so proud of you and Robert! Look at your wonderful, faith-filled family! Love you lots Baby!
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