My favorite season of the year, bar none. This year it’s been a little different—lent happened quietly, school happened loudly, and the week leading up to Easter was my much-needed spring break. Today, I drove home tired, jet-lagged, and happy from a wonderful week with family and friends, and I’ve been trying to settle into a house that was hastily left and a week that I’m not quite prepared for. Sounds like the average CMs spring break—fabulous, no?
Now to begin school, though. I know tomorrow will be such a contrast to today, which makes me stop and wonder why. Today—this week—I am basking in the peace of being loved, the goodness of the incredible people around me, the warmth of a sunny day, and more than anything, the truth of the song I’ve listened to on repeat just a few times today: “I will not boast in anything, no gifts, no power, no wisdom. But I will boast in Jesus Christ, His death and resurrection. Why should I gain from his reward? I cannot give an answer. But this I know with all my heart—his wounds have payed my ransom.”
I can’t promise that I’ll even remember this myself tomorrow, but the real question, the question beyond what my objective is tomorrow or whether my management will be better than it was the day before, is what will I do to let every one of my kids know that they are unconditionally loved tomorrow? What will I do that will not only empower them to be successful, but to know that their worth has nothing to do with their success? What can I give them that will inspire them, in the most practical, nitty gritty way, to read the world around them as a story of grace? Someday, I hope we both start doing well academically. But regardless of that, what can I do that will allow both of us to find the strength in the one greater than ourselves to keep going?
Oh how happy Easter is