School starts in fifteen minutes. I'm sitting in my pajamas in front of the computer and all three girls are sound asleep in their beds. Our friends are walking the corriders of the elementary school. Parents are taking pictures and students are getting settled in their new classrooms. Moms and Dads are hugging their little ones and not so little ones good-bye and wishing them a wonderful first day. It's the first time in five years I'm not walking down the hall glancing over my shoulder as I watch one of my children settle into their desk as they wait for the teacher to begin. I'm not waving to my friends as they walk past with their children. Smiling at all the excitement that fills the little building.
But I'll tell you what else I'm not doing. I'm not getting into my car with an empty feeling as I pull out of the school parking lot and leave my children behind. I'm not keeping myself busy all day trying not to miss my kids and praying all goes well. Instead, I'm sitting at my computer. Happy all three of my children are in the next room. A little anxious about the upcoming school year, but at peace with our decision.
I never dreamt that 12 years ago as I was completing my teaching certification that someday God would call me to teach my own children. Whether this journey lasts a year or ten I can not say. All I know is that God has a plan. Has from the beginning. I'm on a path and He is the light I am following. He promised us that if we believed in Him, He would see us safely through the roughest storms. This morning I'm remembering that promise. There is great peace in that.
May God bless you and your children wherever they may be this morning.