I'd like to nap all day today because it was "Back to School Night" last night which meant a loooooooooooong day at school.
We hosted a lot of nice parents and they looked so eager sitting in the science room, waiting to hear us tell them what their child would learn this year.
When our Brad went to school, I was SUCH an eager beaver parent. I waited in anticipation for the moment his teacher would figure out how amazing his brain is.
When Kelli followed two years later I knew her teachers would love her. I remember how proud I felt of our kids and I tried to look at the parents closely last night. I sensed their loyalty to their precious offspring.
Jeff thrived at school. He tackled the academic piece with finesse and he whole-heartedly used every moment of recess to be a boy. He had the cutest freckles!
When Jenny went to school, I missed our morning "sofa time" and our early lunches together. She made friends quickly and started playing soccer on the playground right away. It's hard to leave your baby at school.
The responsibility of 120 students, each one representing a mother who adores them, gives me the shivers. I've always been more of a one-on-one person as opposed to a crowd person. Sometimes standing in front of the class seems equal to jumping out of an airplane.
I sense God's HUGE grace every day at school. It's such a privilege to speak into children's lives. When the parents were all gathered at school, I kept thinking about going home because I was hot and tired. Home refuels me and that's why we get up so early. Bill and I sit in our green chairs and talk and then pray together for our kids, our extended families, or neighbors, his appointments and the people he meets with, and my students.
This reminds me to walk in faith. It reminds me that I am a very small little heartbeat on this floating planet.
Whatever He has for you today, that "something to do" that presents itself, I pray that you would understand that you are blessed to do it, even if you don't understand the "why" or if you struggle with "the how".
May our "self talk" be holy. May it take the form of "breath prayers" and may you know unexplainable love.