Flying Solo

Either I'm really good - or I'm really crazy. JB left for Port Aransas yesterday around noon; I've heard from him once; and I'm not worried! Well, maybe I need to clarify a bit. He and some friends went to Victoria to my parents' house yesterday. I talked to him briefly after they got there. He didn't call to let me know he was okay. He just wanted to know if I would be mad at him if he brought another kitten home because evidently there are a bunch of free kittens in Victoria. I know my mother watched over them last night and gave them plenty of advice as they left for Port A today. And I know that JB would never consider not listening to his grandmother...She might beat the fire, the tar or the living daylights out of him (those are phrases for another post some day). Therefore, he must be okay. I haven't heard from him and Mama told him to be good.

I made my first trips without parents to Port A when I was 17 (he'll be 18 in about 6 weeks), and I lived to tell the tale. I didn't even do anything I shouldn't have. My brothers went at about the same age, but I'm sure they lived a little more on the edge than I did. Bottom line is they both are still with us and didn't get in to any major trouble. So I guess all of that and knowing that JB is a responsible kid and that I've done a pretty good job of raising him results in me not being worried about him. I feel a bit guilty for not being in constant earnest and wailing prayer over the situation. I've prayed, but then I've forgotten about it. There has been no overwhelming desire to worry. Truth be told, I've worried more about John being out on Lake Travis this evening than JB's adventure along the coast. I am anxious to hear how it has been, but I'll wait until he gets home to find out.

I'm proud of myself. I hope everything continues to go smoothly. And I'm looking forward to the boys getting home Sunday afternoon. I miss them, but I feel peaceful about it all. Thank you, Lord, for taking care of both JB and me.