Off to Bolivia Jan. 5th 2011

Today I watched as my son walked off cross the airport towards security knowing that he was headed for one of the greatest 2 year adventures of his life.  For the next 2 years my son Corban will be serving a mission for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Saints in Santa Cruz Bolivia.  To see him leave was so bitter sweet, I know that he will serve the Bolivian people well, but I can't help but miss him so.  A poem was recently shared with me that may summon up the feelings in my heart right now and as I now share my son with many, I'd like to share this poem with you....it's called "Giving Christ my son"!

Giving Christ my son

I skipped the sales after Thanksgiving.  The thrill just wasn't there.
No pictures taken with Santa Claus, My decorating has no flair.
His presents are shoes, shirts and ties, two suits and socks....no fun.
I've bought him all white clothes because...
This year I'm giving Christ my son.

I've spent more time in the Temple, my testimony stirred.
I've reread Novembers ensign, Felt strength come from his words.
Our family prays more frequently.  My tears are quick to run.
Abraham seems closer because,
This year I'm giving Christ my son.

I wonder how those Lamanite mothers, gave their sons to war?
Or how the pioneers chose Zion, their sacrifice was so much more.
My loss will be his presence, I'll miss his smile a ton For two years we will pray for him,
I'm giving Christ my son.

I stare at his face when he's not looking.  I memorize his eyes, their shine.  He's always hungered for the part of him,
that makes his soul divine.
The stories and lessons he always heard, His choice and mine are one.
I'll put my faith in God's hand, This year,
I'm giving Him my son.

Past gifts have lost their glitter.  I think I finally understand Christ's birth should be celebrated by giving him a hand.
Its because I know Christ lives and reigns that all his packing's done.
My Gift has taken years to make.  This year...
I'm giving Christ my son.

I Know there's One who understands, the sacrifice I'm making.
Who knows the gift I willingly give.  The toll it will be taking.
for He has done it all before. Greater Love -there could be none.
for years ago God gave to me,
His only begotten son.

The Hands I washed, The hands I held, The hands I taught to pray; Now knock on doors to find the ones Who will
listen to what he'll say.
Because I know Christ needs him, Until all the gathering's done.
My gift has taken years to make.

This year...I'm giving Christ my son.