It was one month later, March. Her beau had arrived from a faraway land, to propose to her. Once they married, he would take her far, far away.
She asked me to meet her for coffee. "Do you have any reservations about him as a person?" she asked me. He loved God and he loved my daughter. They wanted to get married. I had to admit to her that he seemed like a good man, but that she had to understand how painful it was for me to see her go.
She was 20 years old. We thought we would have more time with her. We thought she would marry someone from this country. We thought.... it would be different.
They got married that summer.
She didn't do what I wanted her to do. I had hoped, for many reasons, that she would wait longer. She didn't do what I wanted her to do, but she honored me.
My granddaughter was born six days ago.
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For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways, and my thoughts than your thoughts. [Isaiah 55:9]
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