New Years Eve: A time for reflection, last hurrahs, and marveling at the swift passage of time. In mommy-land, it is New School-Years Eve that elicits the sighs, the tears, and the sweet remembrances.
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| Happy New Year! |
It is bittersweet, to see each one learning and growing so quickly.
On a whim last week, Seth asked me to help him on the bike. I did, and ran alongside of him. It “clicked” immediately, and he was off. “Good Seth! You got it! Go, go go go… wait, slow down!” but whoosh, just like that he was out of my grasp, free wheeling away from me. He looked back at me with an enormous smile.
It was a familiar feeling- Joy, delight, and “go go go!” and then suddenly, “wait!” Wait, not so fast, you are getting ahead of me a bit! Wait, are you sure you are ready for that? I’m not sure I can keep up and it scares me a little and c’mon just wait!
Just wait for mommy…. I’ll catch up eventually. But let’s just let down the anchor and stay here for a bit longer, shall we?
But here comes a new school year. There is no anchor for seasons of life.
It's time to move along, mama.
Jesus, hold me steady.
...We who have fled for refuge might have strong encouragement to hold fast to the hope set before us. We have this as a sure and steadfast anchor of the soul, a hope that enters into the inner place behind the curtain, where Jesus has gone as a forerunner on our behalf. Hebrews 6:18-20
Jesus, hold me steady.
...We who have fled for refuge might have strong encouragement to hold fast to the hope set before us. We have this as a sure and steadfast anchor of the soul, a hope that enters into the inner place behind the curtain, where Jesus has gone as a forerunner on our behalf. Hebrews 6:18-20