Father, my child is grown. They have a key to their own door. They have a life that does not run through my kitchen anymore.
I miss them. I am proud of them. Both, every day.
Be in the city they live in. Be in the work they go to. Be in the relationships they are building that I am not at the center of.
When something goes wrong, give them the wisdom to call. Or the wisdom to handle it themselves. Either way, give me the wisdom to wait.
Keep them honest in You. Keep them rooted in something that does not move when their twenties move under them. Keep them returning home — not because they need to, but because they want to.
I cannot parent the way I used to. Teach me to bless from a longer distance and pray harder from it.
In Jesus' name we pray. Amen.