In May of 2016, my son graduated from high school. Of course, I knew graduation was coming. It was healthy, right, and a good thing. Except, it was the first I was standing at one end of a tunnel while seeing the other end – the end where I was soon to be an empty-nester.

In August of 2016, when my son left for college, my daughter’s and my world were shaken. The trigger induced some major medical reactions in my daughter. For me, it was the breaking point. I HATED what I saw happening to her, knowing from personal experience the mental torment involved with the physical symptoms she was experiencing – on top of the pain of her older brother being far away. It was the second time in my life e.v.e.r.y.t.h.i.n.g. felt bitterly out of control and I was completely helpless to ease the pain in my child’s life. All I could do – and of course the best thing – was cling to the promises of my loving

At the time, August of 2016, I decided I no longer wanted to be stuck. It was time for major changes because I knew I’d never finish making little changes He was calling me to make. My daughter still had two years of high school left and she wanted to finish where we were.