I wish I had taken the time to write a daily journal of the last two weeks. They were probably the fullest weeks that I have ever lived.
Today was our last day of school. It is so easy to say. It sounds like no big deal. But it truly was a detailed countdown building up to this day.
I found out kids get restless by April 15 or so. It's then they start to worry about finishing their work on time. The sunshine calls to them as they try to figure their math lessons and they are even more easily distracted than they already were.
The last two weeks of school are as grueling as the first two weeks of school. There is a class trip to arrange and actually do. There is the constant flow of tests to be scored, report cards to fill out, awards to write up, book orders to place, and the permanent records to file away.
The last two weeks of school, fresh flowers of lupine and columbine and early roses scented the air. Treats of root beer floats, and pizza parties stickied up the cafeteria.
I was asked today what I plan to do with my summer. I would love to give a list of: Sit and do nothing and then sit and do nothing more. But that is not reality and that is not even the truth.
My summer has been prearranged for me already. God knows how much of a break and of what kind I need. So if He saw clear to fill it with family fun and girls camp activities, then He can also prearrange the quiet times He thinks I need for rejuvenating.
I plan to spend my summer enjoying every blessed minute; even the ones filled with canning green beans and applesauce.
I plan to spend time in my flowers. I plan to spend time on my back deck writing and reading, preferably with a cup of dark coffee.
I plan to talk to God, asking Him all kinds of stuff. Its my time to ask the questions and He teach me. It's my time to sit on the front of the boat and let Him be my sails.