The last year has been a whole lot of waiting around to be ready to respond to whatever. A lot of wondering when. When will things start opening up? When will I send the kids back to school? When will the baby start sleeping through the night? When should I schedule another RV trip? When will it be my turn to get the vaccine?
There were also a lot of what and why questions too. Most of the questions didn't have answers.
But over the course of Lent, Philip started school. Eddie and Andrew are signed up for summer camp. Miles is going to summer school. I got my vaccine. I'm most likely going to take a big rv trip in July after camp to go visit friends on what I've coined as the "tour of hugs" and when we get back life will likely be more or less normal again with everyone going back to school in the fall. If everything goes to plan.
But... for the first time in ages... there is something like a plan. However. It's not here yet. It's still Lent. I'm still homeschooling everyone and trying to finish out the school year. I'm fully embedded in in-between. Not new beginning, not yet ending. Just somewhere drawing near to a tired end, but not close enough to let go.
How do I find energy to be faithful to this call and this time? It's a total case of senioritus. My mind wondering on to bigger and better plans while I still have duty to the present. 1 week of Lent. 9 more weeks of school. What difference can I make? What is the best use of this time?
Life is lived in the in between time. While we celebrated the beginnings and endings of things, the in between is where we live out our calls, where grace meets us on the road, where lessons are learned and where we get too tired to keep up appearances.
I am reminded of Passover. We celebrate leaving Egypt, but all those in between years manna fell from the sky.
God journeys with us during the mundane and tiring in began time, providing bread for the journey, grace and forgiveness.
God is with me during these last 9 weeks of school. Guiding and leading me....
And that is enough.
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