We recently welcomed my 21 yr-old home after a two- year absence in Africa, and yesterday he already was gone, moving to his own place and ready to go back to school. Many good talks over the past three weeks about life, expectations, testimony, sacrifice, and future plans. Reconnecting. Healthy pride on my part, feeling so good about my son who has become a man. We waited with such great excitement for his return, and after three weeks he is already gone again, which I know is the way it should be.
And in today's class my good friend came prepared and full of the spirit, ready to teach us about being like Jesus.
I'm trying to love, as He did, in all that I do and say...
A great lesson during this time of self-examination and recommitment. Perfect. Inspiring.
And the tears did come. No real shock there. Between the arrival and anticipated departure of my sons, the return to classes and teaching, and the sweet reminder today to "stop and listen to the still small voice" my spirit is full.
The glass has been bumped. Would it be okay with you if I just let the puddle stand?