It’s a bittersweet week that I’m living through right now. And it makes me feel just a little bit older. On Monday, I watched as Abigail finished up fifth grade and was “promoted” to the sixth grade which means she will be in middle school next year. Today, I watched as Harrison was promoted from eighth grade into his freshmen year at Independence.
Can it really be that they are that old? That I am that old? Watching Harrison this morning caused a rush of emotions to come regarding these milestone moments in their lives. I thought back to the day that Abigail graduated from kindergarten (she was just “Abby” then). It was just a month after Sarah’s death. I cried all the way through the event. The thought of Abby growing up missing her mom was crippling that day.
Today, thanks be to God, the emotions are still there–still very raw–but there is peace. I have peace knowing that she and Harrison are doing well. Both are good kids, good students and a joy to my life. I also know that, while Abby and Harrison will not have “their” mom at these events, they have been blessed to have a very good mom who stands by them and supports them.
As the eighth grade promotion wound down and I made the drive into the office, these thoughts were all swirling around in my head. In those few moments, God brought to mind this passage:
When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and when you pass through the rivers, they will not sweep over you. When you walk through the fire, you will not be burned; the flames will not set you ablaze. For I am the LORD, your God… Isaiah 43:2-3 NIV