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. Rocked. It.
Now 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. 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.
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.
So the storm rages. So your boat groans and creaks. So those around you start scrambling into life vests, preparing to abandon ship.
Just hold on.
God has promised to take you to the other side. He is faithful and He will do it.
Originally posted June 11, 2014
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.
4 thoughts on “Made it to Mt. Everest and back (AKA finished the school year)”
Heather, once again you have reminded me that with Jesus ALL things are possible! I will keeping walking through the valleys, knowing the mountains will appear in God’s time. I love you and your family! Lin
I’m so glad, Lin! We are so blessed by His faithfulness to bring us through!
Really excellent Heather. Wow. You took me back with you. The children in the UK break up end of July. Love the analogy with the boat!! Reminds me of when the girls were young and we went for a paddle in one of those boats with oars. Well, we got in and NEVER stopped laughing!! Not as easy as it looks. Kept going round and round and round. Were my hands sore by the end of it?! Held on to that oar like my life depended on it! Great post – thank you. Reuben
Wow, I would hate if we went into July!! I’m disappointed when we go too far into June 🙂