This morning was Taylor’s last Sunday at church before leaving for Miami. We had a special prayer for him and the other AIMers leaving for their mission fields.
I knew Lea was going to be sad, so I did my best all morning to shield her from all the well meaning people who I thought might give her that, “Oh, you poor momma, you must be so sad?” line.
I did well protecting her, even jumping in the middle of a couple of conversations just to change the subject. Everything had gone well until the end of the service when just about everyone had left. I had just let my guard down when somehow one sneaky sister snuck past me. When I caught sight of her, she’d already mumbled those dreaded words to Lea, “Oh, you’ve got to be so sad and just want to cry.” I knew she meant well, but I really had to fight the urge to keep myself from taking my finger and poking her in her right eye. You probably never thought a preacher could think of such violence, especially right after preaching on loving others, but to protect my sweet wife sometimes a man’s got to do what a man’s got to do.
We made it home from church, and both Lea and I survived a Sunday that was a little on the blue side. Although we were a little sad that our oldest was leaving home today, we know he’s going off to do God’s work and that excites us. And as I write this, I’m reminding myself that if God can send a Son off, then so can we.
Oh, and by the way, no, I did not poke anyone in the eye