Don’t you love New York in the fall? It makes me wanna buy school supplies. I would send you a bouquet of newly sharpened pencils if I knew your name and address.
One of my favorite lines from a favorite movie — You’ve Got Mail.
I love the pulse of back-to-school season. Here at home, I’ve been reshuffling books, moving last year’s books to lower shelves and replacing them with this year’s stuff. Backpacks have been reorganized. I’ve replenished our stockpile of spiral notebooks and lined paper. And I’ve begun laying out this year’s school schedule.
We are, amazingly, going into our 16th year of homeschooling.
My heart was so heavy last night as my news feed filled with story after story of horror against the most vulnerable. Terrorists surrounding an Iraq village, demanding that families convert or die. Thousands trapped on a barren mountain without food or water, followed by pictures of parents placing limp, already dead children in a dusty pile.
I could hardly fathom the picture of a hardened terrorist sporting a huge grin and an arm slung around his new little 7-year-old bride, whose tear-strewn face showed unmitigated fear as she wrung chubby fingers. Even locally, there was news of the heartless stabbing of a 6-year-old boy at the hands of his grandmother.
My hat is off to you. I wish we could sit down together and chat and remind each other that it’s going to be okay. That we’ll be okay and that God is bringing us through.
Some days when I’m bone weary, I think about you — laboring well after everyone’s in bed. Making hundreds of decisions, big and small. Anesthetizing the evenings with a mindless screen.
That heaviness in your shoulders you’ve grown used to? Maybe no one else sees but I know about it.
You’ve gotten used to knots in your neck and thoughts that can’t be switched off, swirling between the must-do’s of today and the what if’s of tomorrow.
What a perfect weekend of worship and work! I loved every bit of She Speaks 2014 and I’m so grateful I took the plunge to attend. I met amazing women across the country who are writing books, starting ministries and living out their walk with Christ authentically and transparently. It’s the first time I’ve been away by myself since Dan died. I cannot tell you how much God encouraged me from conversations with my plane seatmates to meeting so many like-minded women to learning more about the writing, blogging, publishing world.
So. My top three She Speaks moments.