![]() ![]() We like our “normal.” Even if we value spontaneity, we prefer life to be somewhat predictable. And as I thought about it more, I realized that I loved being responsible, being needed, and feeling the sense of accomplishment and the fresh start that happened every August as the new school year started. I loved the rhythm of the school year and the summer break. I used to love getting the kids ready for school. The tears began to roll, and I silently said to myself, I don’t like this. My getting-kids-ready-for-school days were definitely over. They were sharing deals on notebooks, paper, markers, pens, and crayons. Scrolling through Facebook, it seemed that everyone was talking about back-to-school-specials. ![]() This particular afternoon, however, I experienced a tsunami of emotions. My heart was sad, grieving, and even fearful of all the changes. Our youngest had married eight months earlier and while I’d been enjoying my newfound freedom after 33 years of parenting five children, I was also very aware of how life had changed. “See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up do you not perceive it? I am making a way in the wilderness and streams in the wasteland” ( Isaiah 43:19 NIV). ![]()
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