No more pencils
No more books
No more teacher's dirty looks!
I am officially done with school for this semester. Hmmm ... just in time to start up in January. But I need to count my blessings and realize there is a season for all things. One season in our family is that our son has been serving a church mission in Mexico City for nearly 23 months. He's been away.... but now, next month he will come home. He has grown in so many ways. A mission has done for him what I have not been able to do for him as a mother. His strict schedule, his rigid gospel study are all things that have helped him to find out who he is and gain that self esteem that can come no other way than studying and exemplifying the life of Jesus Christ.
Other seasons are my break from school. I have much to do to organize my life and home before school comes again. Every nook and cranny will be cleaned in my house over the next month and a half before school. I will throw away. I will transform this house into a home. I am so thankful that Heavenly Father gives us seasons. I would not want a year of snow any more than I want a year of sun and heat. I am thankful for this break- for this season to refresh and download all that has transpired over the last 5 months, to also have my boy come home and hug him again.
There is an appointed time for everything. And there is a time for every event under heaven ~
1 To every thing there is a aseason, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
2 A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
3 A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;
4 A time to weep, and a time to alaugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
5 A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
6 A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
7 A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
8 A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace. I especially like number 7. For it means that someday I shall again make a quilt.