Climbing back down from Mount WashMore the other day, I was reflecting on this brave new year we are entering around here, and how everything can turn around with a new perspective.
One can lament that school is starting in 1 day and 15 hours. Or… one can look forward to making new friends and seeing old ones in only 1 more day and a couple of hours. (And, I don’t think anyone has to guess who’s doing the lamenting, right?)
A bouncy haired child can be insistent that she doesn’t need to stay at school All The Day Long this year. Or… she can joyfully look forward to moving on to “big girl school” with brother. (Say it with me now, “I NOT going.”)
A mama could cry endless tears of sorrow for the years that have flown by far too quickly as she considers that her baby is going off to Kindergarten Much Too Soon and that her oldest is far too tall. Or… she can step out on the edge of Trust and praise God for this new season and all that it could bring. (There will be more tears, though. Of that, I am sure!)
And maybe, instead of being the girl who talks a big game about how God is faithful and how He loves her children more than she ever could, she can become the girl who lives like she believes it.
And maybe she’ll allow her faith to take flight on the wheels of a big yellow bus on Tuesday.
Until then, though, she’s praying.
For strength to wave bravely as the bus heads off and turns the corner.
For the willingness to Cry It Out on a few sweet shoulders.
And for the patience needed to get through the day believing that God’s got this.
(Pass the tissues, please.)