The Art Of Letting Go
There will be more room in the nest after this weekend. We move our first and only daughter into her apartment as she begins her life after college graduation. What’s left are the haunting memories of a little stringy-haired, brown-eyed girl playing with her toys and dolls and books. I have come to have a love/hate relationship with memories. They are a great way to relive precious moments. But they will never replace the real thing. What I DO have is the comforting presence of the Holy Spirit. I’m reminded of the lyrics to part of the song Angel by Sarah McLachlan:
“…you are pulled from the wreckage Of your silent reverie You’re in the arms of the angel May you find some comfort there…”
I’m a melancholy. In moments of lowness, I listen to songs like the theme to On Golden Pond or “For Cova” on the album Streams or “O Magnum Mysterium” by the Chamber Choir of Europe. So when I face a life season like the emptying nest, I run to these songs. They become the door that opens between my need and God’s tremendous wealth of comfort and presence. That’s how I journey.
So next week we move on. A bit more room in the square footage we’ve come to call home. A piece of our hearts now resides a couple hours away. Letting go is an art form and we’ve just begun to really do some painting. But that’s okay. We’ll visit her soon.

