End of summer?
This summer just flew by! Have you ever heard that phrase? I don't know how many times I've said it or thought it. It must have been a million times (just a note, I don't just think it at the end of the summer. That would make me... really old). Now that I'm writing this, yes. The summer just flew by.
This summer has been... different. I now sit here and think about everything I still have to do to get ready for yet another school year with my last freshman. That just excites me! And the ton of work I still have to do for it... eh. No big deal. It'll get done.
This summer has been bittersweet for my family. At the beginning we bid our oldest farewell as he cleared out his belongings, packed his truck and moved clear across the country. Not just across town, like I had planned his whole life. Imagine that! But then again, I left home when I was seventeen. He allowed us the pleasure of his company for far longer. As my husband and I gathered around him and his girlfriend the tears just started to come.
I suppose it's all well designed planned out. After all, we are supposed to raise up a child in the way he should go and when he is old he shall not depart from it (Prov 22:6 KJV). Because our life is all about letting go, really. It's about surrendering to Christ. Sometimes, it is the hardest thing to do.
It's been sweet, because this summer God has reminded me that even though it's about letting go, He'll catch me. Not because I'm so good at listening or even obeying. He'll catch me because... He can. And He does. He continually sent me reminders of that love and care as I questioned myself, whether I should be writing. And the answer is always: Don't you stop!
So I keep on going. What an amazing God we have!
If you came up to me and asked what I do, I'd have to tell you that I'm a wife, mother and teacher. A writer? you ask. Wow. Now that is something I never thought I'd be. But through God, all things are possible.