Right of Passage

When I wrote about my faith taking flight on the wheels of the big yellow bus last August, I didn’t intend for it to zoom off to the last day of Kindergarten. At the speed of light.

On a scale of one to Stepping On a Lego, I do believe my heart would say, “That Lego’s been crushed!”

Because, this morning, I watched this bouncy-haired, chatterbox, ball-of-cute walk across the stage and accept her Kindergarten Certificate.



I cannot even.

The joy and the sorrow of watching her traipse across that stage…

Sitting in the auditorium, sweating like it was summer in hades, I wasn’t worried about my difficult hair, that was now giving the Lion King a run for his money.  I wasn’t concerned that rivers, forget rivulets, of sweat were drenching my body.

No. All I could think was, “Didn’t she just shoot out into the world?”

Didn’t she?

Seriously? If this is how it went down for Kindergarten Graduation, can you even imagine High School Graduation?

They’ll have to sedate me.

Sweetman jokes about us needing some Thorazine darts for the kids.  Forget that! I’m gonna need ME one of those right now!

And tomorrow?

Oh, sheesh! Tomorrow, I believe that I may just lose my marbles all-together!

We have our Fourth Grade Clap-out in the morning. That glorious moment, the last day of school, when all of the 4th graders wind their way through student and parent-lined hallways to thunderous applause. They then get directly on the buses and head to the Intermediate School, where they meet their teacher and fellow homeroom students for next year. I’m not sure if other schools across this great nation provide this sort of torturous Right of Passage, but ours does.

LORD, be near!

And, lucky me, I have a Kindergartener AND a Fourth Grader this year!



If you need me, I’ll be over in the corner with dark chocolate smeared across my face and my eyes glazed over from the Beachfront Bargain Hunt marathon I’ve been watching.

Also, with a child stapled underneath each arm.

Because, I’m all done with this “sending them off” business…

Yes indeedy!

Of Class Mottos and Thankfulness

“Fine is rock. Rock is fine. We are the class of 89′!”

Surely, surely, The Best High School Class Motto in the history of ever.

Am I right?

Twenty-five years ago, this month, I graduated from high school. Moving right along, because you do not need to do the math… I freaked out about this, the other day. That it’s been 25 years.  Not, that you might be doing math.

I should amend that to read that I freaked out for just as long as it took me to remember how relieved I was to be done with all that High School Hierarchy Business.  And, if I’m being honest, I’m just glad I made it out of high school with the shred of self-esteem that I did!

Thank you, God!

It also got me thinking about what a microcosm high school can be.   We think these people, who we are so sure that we know, are going to be These People, forever.  And, of course, at the ripe age of seventeen or eighteen, we know All Things.

Funny thing about people – they can change.

The comforting thing about God is that He doesn’t.

So, although He is indeed the same yesterday, today, and forever, He allows those of us who desire so, to change.  And, be changed.

Thank you, God!

And I, for one, am ever-so-livin’-grateful that He is continually changing me.  That He broke my old mold and continues to create new ones for me. That He loves me enough to not leave me in my old shape. That what I might have been isn’t what I’ll always be.

Again and forever, thank you, God!

For some of us, high school awakened passions that propelled us to pursue dreams.  Others of us are perpetually plagued by the past We continually strive to climb out of the labels we were given, fairly or not, for the rest of our lives. And for some, high school was simply the greatest time, ever!  We struggle to believe there can ever be another time as wonderful as it was.

Where did you fall? Because, as I look back through my Maturity Lens (which does not get enough airtime), I can see now what I couldn’t see then.  I was a bit of all of them.


A person’s past is not always the truth of them.

Thank you, God!

Seeing and experiencing that people can indeed change, reminds me that from dust I came and to dust I’ll go. It’s okay if I wasn’t the Most Popular. It’s okay if I wasn’t the Smartest, Prettiest, Sportiest, or Wittiest.

What I wasn’t doesn’t define what I am.

Thank you, God.

I am thankful for the freedom that is in Jesus who has set me free.

Free to move forward, in grace.



Unlike rocks.

Unlike The Rock.

As I watch friends and family step onto and off of that graduation stage, I have a prayer in my heart. That prayer is that they are able to create a life for themselves beyond the Senior Class Motto or Prom or Graduation ranking.

Because, when it’s all said and done, The Rock is the only one who can ever truly define any of us.

And for that, I am thankful!