First Day of School

Today was my daughter's first day of school and my son's first day of 4th grade at a new school. We woke up early, had a big breakfast, read Philippians 4 (about not worrying, instead praying) took lost of pictures and off we went. I ate lunch with them and they both were so excited to tell me about their new teachers and friends and fun stuff they were going to be doing this week. After school we went for ice cream.

The night before I stayed up trying to get the visions of terrible things out of my head. I laid awake as a few tears would come here and there. I asked God for peace. Peace that my little girl, who still refuses to brush her teeth or wipe her behind on her own, wouldn't get lost in the crowd, wouldn't get hurt. To watch her walk away from me all small and beautiful and full of life with that giant bow on her head, I watched a part of me, my heart and soul walk away. I choked up thinking about all the ways she could be hurt over the next 12 years, and that I may not be able to prevent it, or help her through it, or even know about it. I tried to keep my mind off of it and kept praying. I got my toes done, went to the library, then had lunch with them. To see how grown up she looked at lunch was a small relief. Letting my son go just seemed so much easier. I don't know why really.

But all in all, it was a good day, we made it through.

Verse to Ponder: Philippians's 4:6 (NIV) Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. 7And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.