The Hidden Gift in Unwanted Change
The day my younger son left home for college, the house became unbearably quiet. Not the peaceful kind of quiet. The echoing kind. I stood in the hallway outside his bedroom and felt something inside me squeeze in pain. God, I missed him and his brother. My two sweet boys. They were both away at school now and thriving and I was so grateful that they each had found a college they loved and a solid group of friends around them. But the rhythm that had shaped my life for decade
