God has really been doing some pretty funny things in my world with this verse as of late.
First of all, this past Sunday, we had a moment to share about the Mothers of Preschoolers (MOPS) ministry with our congregation. A short, artfully-produced video was made to promote our group and we appealed to the congregation for volunteers.
Soon after, three speakers on the stage of our church began reciting Psalm 139. Unbeknown to them, Psalm 139:10 is the “theme verse” for MOPS this year.
Doesn’t God arrange “accidents” that integrate so beautifully?
I felt God’s right hand holding us all as we had our Open House the following day in which it proved that we are reaching both new and seasoned moms alike.
On another note, my oldest child starts Kindergarten today. I can’t believe it. I absolutely feel like i just birthed her yesterday and remember her being so small, so dependent, so red and prune-like in her newborn wonder.
And now she’s not anymore.
Just because I dared to blink.
In actuality, not much will be changing. She will still be attending the same school in which she has attended the past three years and she will not ride the bus.
But there is something so “grown-up” sounding to the word “Kindergarten”. Not to mention the fact that she will be attending every day and not just three days a week as she has for the last two years.
And even there, I feel His hand. Guiding and holding Susannah. Guiding and holding Mommy.
Today as I kiss her before she excitedly bounces into her new classroom, it will be the first day of a new chapter. And while I am so excited for her and love to see her becoming the wonderful young lady she is becoming, there are still tears streaming down my face as I write this.
It’s time to start sharing her, really sharing her, with the world.
Even there His hand will guide me, His right hand will hold me fast.
And Susannah? Yes, even there His hand will guide her, His right hand will hold her fast as she sprouts these new wings and begins a new season.
Last night, I walked downstairs after cleaning the monsoon we call “Bath time” at the Snapp house to find Susannah, clad in Christmas jammies in August, with her arm lovingly placed around Sawyer’s neck. They were so quietly relaxing while watching a “night night” movie to wind them down a bit and they looked so comfortable in one another’s presence.
Seeing this brought a tear to my eye because well…recently, Susannah and Sawyer have really been getting on each other’s nerves. I chalk it up to too much togetherness because as with any season, it seems like by the end of one, we are SO ready for a new one to begin.
But this one? I’m not so sure I’m ready for it to begin.
However, it has been brought to my attention that I don’t really have a choice. It’s beginning whether I want it to or not.
It’s time to send her to school. Real school.
I know I will feel His hand and I pray that in that moment, when she is quietly doing a “work” in her classroom, that she feels it as well.
He’ll be guiding us, His right hand holding us fast.