And while I am road tripping down memory lane, let me not forget that 9 years ago,
I was using every word I knew to explain to Joe that it would be a couple weeks until preschool started.
Seriously, that kid could question everything- even when he was 4(and before) and to this day.
9 years ago, I was holding this one back
until it was his turn.
I already knew there would be something I had forgotten or not taught him.
I remember how it used to make me feel when he learned something new- a little twinge of guilt that I hadn’t thought to teach him that.
But, again, that goodness and provision of God.
Remember how he goes before us with a plan laid out and specifically fit for each of us,
especially my preschooler.
And as he enters junior high, a 7th grader - we’ve officially hit teenage only years
in the Graber household.
Joe still has no shortage of words.
I’m so thankful for this.
I love his voice,
the things he stands for and stands against.
He is passionate and his words have caused him to be humbled to ask for grace more than once-
easily given as Jesus does for us over and over.
Junior High can still be tough- I am thankful
That Jesus is near.
There will be days when mom doesn’t have the right words. But, the Bible does.
