The homestretch is here.
Three weeks of school left. I love summer break. We all wake up whenever we want. The kids build endlessly with Legos. We read for hours. I do fun projects around the house. We bake cookies, go to the pool, and then come home and eat tacos.
It’s the best.
But this year has left me feeling older than my thirty-seven years. I feel haggard and worn, stretched out by arguments from children, broken glass on the kitchen floor, the weight of ministry, and scrambling to get everyone where they are supposed to go.
Like Elijah, I need a good nap and some heaven-sent care.
This morning I read words that I wrote a year ago; words that God spoke to me when I was feeling a similar grind. I asked Him why I was running so hard all the time. These words, they are still so true today:
“It is for you and it is for Me,” He says. “Haven’t we been through so much it is worth going through just a little more? If nothing else, at the end of all your labor and faith, you will have Me and I will have you.”
The wind has rushed by me this year. The earthquake has shaken and shown its great force. The fire has done its damage.
But God comes to me in the still, small voice of a whisper, “you will have Me and I will have you.” He is faithful even when our faith is failing. He is strong in our weakness. His joy becomes our strength. Always there is more of a Him for us, and He is our purpose and goal.
All of that is enough to pull me on, to finish this final stretch of road leading heavenward. We’re going to make it, and summer is going to be glorious.
