“Raising his hands he blessed them, and while blessing them, took his leave, being carried up to heaven.” Luke 24:51
Nearly everyone leaves home…supposedly for good. On June 2, 1964 I graduated from high school, and by the end of the month headed for California. I took the Trailway Express bus from Des Moines to San Francisco–a 50-hour ride in which many of our meals were provided as we rolled along.
The thing I remember most about the day I climbed aboard the bus was my parents telling me goodbye. I don’t remember if there were tears…probably were, but I do remember my father reaching out to me and handing me a dollar bill. He said, “I owe you this.” I don’t remember loaning him a dollar, but in 1964 a dollar could buy you a lunch, so I gladly took it.
It wasn’t the dollar that meant much to me. It was my father saying goodbye in the only way comfortable to him–giving me something. At that moment, my father gave me a glimpse of what my Heavenly Father would do while I was away: Provide for me.
Dear Heavenly Father, let us look at the little ways you provide for us as we leave our homes and enter into the wonders of the world. Amen.