a first for everything

On Monday, my heart walked out my door in blue tennis shoes and a red backpack.  

And I'm still trying to learn how to cope without it.

I expected him to cry, but of course, I'm the one that can't seem to hold the tears back.

I now know what the Bible means when it says to pray constantly.  From the moment I leave his classroom in the morning until I return in the afternoon, I am praying.  

If I could have my way, I would homeschool my little boy.  But this year it is not an option for our family and I'm trying to be okay with that.  I'm really trying.  It helps that he has a wonderful teacher.  I am praising God for that answered prayer!

Now we're nearing the end of this week, with a surprisingly smooth transition.  Every morning, he has gone willingly.  And the few stories I can creatively extract from him are mostly positive.  I can tell it's been a huge adjustment, though, and I find myself lingering in his room after he is asleep, whispering prayers, and wiping warm tears from my eyes.

I'm taking lessons, too, in learning to trust my God.