Yesterday our son, Stephen, celebrated his 25th birthday. We went to Gainesville today to take him to lunch. He has been living there for the last 10 months, working in a men's homeless shelter, active in his Sunday School class, praying and deciding what he should do next while working a part-time job and being near friends that he was very close to in college at University of Georgia. He broke the news to us as our salads were brought to the table at Longhorn. "Well, I've got some news. Sometime in the next 4 weeks I'm moving to Denver. Going to live with friends, look for a job and an apartment."
We were stunned and yet not so stunned. I've known that this would eventually happen since he loves the west so much. He's made three road trips out west in the last year and one of his best friends lives in Denver. There will be much more opportunity there he feels and he is very happy with the decision. I asked him if he had permission from the Lord for this and he said yes. He's been praying about it and thinking about it for some time now. We are happy for him, yet prayerful, knowing this will be a growing time in his life, an adventure, too...after all, he's young, single, finished college, ready for a more permanent situation. I pray it works out for him and I pray for us, his family, as we learn to cope with a very long-distance relationship with our son.
