Like a new school year with its anticipations—Who will be my teacher, who will be in my class, who will be my friends?— so has been my life, Lord, with more changing roles than I ever imagined. My name as wife, then mom took getting used to. Then it became comfortable . . . and I liked it. The day my youngest went to school hard silence greeted me as I stepped inside our front door. How did home become lonely, empty . . . ? I dropped to my knees and asked, O Lord, what do You have for me next?
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Like a new school year with its anticipations—Who will be my teacher, who will be in my class, who will be my friends?— so has been my life, Lord, with more changing roles than I ever imagined. My name as wife, then mom took getting used to. Then it became comfortable . . . and I liked it. The day my youngest went to school hard silence greeted me as I stepped inside our front door. How did home become lonely, empty . . . ? I dropped to my knees and asked, O Lord, what do You have for me next?