Let's Get It Started Now

If you're hearing a song in your head, you're not alone. This year's prom started with that very song. Now I find myself at a place where it could be my theme song.

Just a night ago I attended the high school graduation of my youngest child. The moment was bittersweet like the dark chocolate he gave me for Mother's Day, sweet in the celebration and bitter in imminent separation. Due to a divorce, he and I are very close. Every morning for the last four years, he has been my companion on the way to work, and sometimes he has been a student in my English class. He is moving on, or rather out, and almost gleeful in his fledgling independence without an over protective mom. I now find myself facing those roads Robert Frost talked about.


At the beginning of the year, I began by writing in my journal about the parts of my life that needed to be left behind--an ex-husband whom I need to forgive, a broken relationship that needs to be resolved-- and the parts of my life where I need Divine guidance--financial wisdom, direction for my career. If I ever needed confirmation of the work of the Spirit in my life, this was the time at the beginning of such a landmark year. God is faithful and Sunday, January 3, Pastor Craig coalesced my thoughts into four questions to direct the new year. No thought was needed on my part; God had been presented with my answers two days before, a confirmation of the Spirit working in my life. A blessed start to a new year that would soon lose focus. Caught in the craziness of a senior's life, the politics of work, and the fear of change, I did not write in that journal again until today. It is time for me to hone my perception and claim the promise of Isaiah 43.

"Forget the former things; do not dwell on the past. See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it? I am making a way in the desert and streams in the wasteland." Isaiah 43:18-19 NIV

Mr. Frost had the advantage on me. From his poem it appears that the roads appeared clearly to him, at the least their genesis. My roads are still dim, covered in fog. Lord, please grant me the wisdom to perceive my roads and then to choose the one that is most pleasing to You.

In 91 days I turn 50. I am halfway through my life; my plan, probably not God's, is to live until 100. What will lie ahead? No clue, but let's get it started now, perceiving Your road by seeking You.