Most moms cry on the first day of school.
They watch their babies step onto that big yellow bus, faking smiles and putting on excitement for the sake of their children. Then that bus pulls away and they pull out the tissues.
I cry on the last day of school.
It’s hard to explain really. I want my kids home and I long for summer all year. I’ve never been one to celebrate with a mani/pedi that first day of school in September as if I’ve re-asserted my freedom from the constraints of children.
I cannot wait for summer to begin.
But somehow that last day of school for me is like the emotional upheaval of making it to the top of Mt. Everest and back.
We did it.
Not just dragged our tired behinds across the finish line, either. We had a great year and I’m so proud of these girls and all they’ve learned and how they’ve grown.
They bring home broken crayons, used gluesticks and a pile of awards and certificates and I just pray with this gratitude that spills out in those pesky tears like an emotional dam bursts and I’m just gushing:
Thank You, Lord. You answered my prayers. You gave them great teachers, good friends. You gave them success and helped them shine. You guided them through a million tiny and seemingly not-so-tiny decisions and worries.
You brought us right on through and onto the other side and I am just so thankful.
I’ll cry a bit. And then maybe I’ll flop right down on this new shore and take a nap because this momma is plumb wore out.
Somehow this year we survived a new book, a new baby and a C-section recovery that took mom out of the driver’s seat and made dad the king of the carpool. We made it through preschool three days a week, community theatre productions and a Christmas cantata, Engineering Club, a computer competition team, the school talent show, three girls in dance classes three nights a week with a recital to boot, and a steady stream of church activities.
There were times that I thought I could not make it if one more child brought home an unexpected project for school.
And I’ve discovered that I really do have a “look” that I flash whenever my child brings home a handwritten note in her best cursive writing asking for a playdate this Saturday when we have 12 other activities already on the weekend agenda.
But here we are. The last day of school.
I wonder how the disciples felt climbing out of that storm-tossed boat after fighting for their lives and stumbling in their faith right before the calm.
Did they crawl out of that fishing vessel, soaking wet, panting, dragging out one limb at a time and then stretch themselves out in the sand until they could catch their breath?
Or did they hop out of there totally unflustered, like they hadn’t been screaming for rescue just moments before?
Something tells me they didn’t just shrug that typhoon off and move along.
Maybe they took the time to cry and thank God for salvation.
Like me today.
I knew we’d make it, though. At times it felt like I was hanging on for dear life, but I knew He is faithful.
God’s grace does that. It holds us up and carries us on, and our calling is never too much for Him to handle.
Too much for us? All the time.
Too much for Him? Not for a second.
So we throw the full weight of our survival onto Him, casting those cares over and over onto shoulders strong enough to carry them.
We trust in His promise.
Those storm-weary disciples could have done this.
Jesus didn’t invite them out for a pleasure cruise that day. He didn’t tell them, “Get in the boat so we can sail around for a bit and maybe catch some fish.”
He gave them a promise of destination:
Now it happened, on a certain day, that He got into a boat with His disciples. And He said to them, “Let us cross over to the other side of the lake.” And they launched out. Luke 8:22 NKJV
Jesus never abandons us halfway. If He makes a promise, we know He won’t abandon us in the boat. He’ll take us to the other side.
Heather King is a wife, mom, Bible Study teacher, writer and worship leader. Most importantly, she is a Christ follower with a desire to help others apply the Bible to everyday life with all its mess, noise, and busyness. Her book, Ask Me Anything, Lord: Opening Our Hearts to God’s Questions, is available now! To read more devotionals by Heather King, click here.
Copyright © 2014 Heather King
2 thoughts on “To Get to the Other Side”
Thank you Heather! Your daughter, that friendship, and Our God Amazing Grace! Sure did help make this year blessed! Thanks for sharing your heart!
PS and one of those playdates!