Letting Go in Faith

I knew my daughter Danielle would be okay, but would I?

Danielle had told me about her upcoming outing with her girlfriends to a farm less than an hour outside of the city for an annual sheep-shearing festival. They had all bought tickets months prior to the event. Even prior to Danielle’s diagnosis of breast cancer.

I’d spent the last four weeks with her, going to chemotherapy treatments, making sure she ate, getting her to take small walks in the apartment and trying to anticipate her needs before she asked. Often she rewarded me with a weak smile or a whisper of thanks. Now, she planned on spending an entire day on a farm with her friends without me.

I assured her that I was fine with her going, but I struggled with an anxious heart. I finally prayed, God, she was yours before she was mine, please take care of her. God reminded me that my daughter was an adult. She had been an adult longer without cancer than she’d been an adult with the deadly disease.

I knew then that we’d both be okay. I needed to let go and allow Danielle to head out for a fun day with her friends.