I can’t remember the last time I could hear the rain dropping. Today. I can. There are no video games to drown out it’s patter. There are no male voices of varied ages arguing, talking and laughing, it is quiet. Quiet enough to hear my tears drip through the waterproof mascara I’m wearing today. Drip- drip go the bittersweet tears of joy and sadness.
For the first time in years, everyone is off to school. One in college- one starting his senior year of high school.. and the youngest, his first day of second grade. As a previous homeschooler- it’s his first day of going to school, at all. After a noisy morning of preparation, it is now, QUIET.
Questions roll like occasional thunder claps through my mind… “Are they ready? Will they adjust? “Are they: making friends, hungry, prepared?” “Have I done too much, or not enough?”
I let the questions roll by. They aren’t harmful.. just noise, echoes. The lightening has already struck. I’ve done what I can to prepared and equip them, I’ve made my decisions about what’s in their best interests and have released them into their futures, fortunately- God has already been there- and knows what is ahead. Where I can’t be with them, to protect guide and direct, He will. I’m good with that– He tends to know what’s right and how to make the best of what isn’t.
Dear Lord, Thank you for each teacher and professor fellow student and friend you’ve brought into my boy’s lives, I thank you for the adventure each one is on, and the journey you are leading them on. Be with them, guide and direct, but most of all- Lord, be wit h them- regardless of what happens. I love you and trust you- amen.