My son is about to leave the country for a week's school field trip to Costa Rica. This is his first trip away so far and a primordial emotion stirs in some protected place within his parents. It is a place that carries a veiled possession prized and hidden, the knowledge of ownership itself sufficient for full contentment.
This hidden place is now suddenly exposed and its valued treasure made vulnerable. It could not be quietly protected forever, at least not by us. The treasure must now pass back to God for his use. It is difficult to let go, but the recipient is greater than the givers.
