But as I prepare to exit 2021, I’m realizing that maybe my choice of the word “light” was really less about what I was going to do during the past year and more about what God was going to do for me through the light of others. In a year that was completely unexpected, I can finally see the faint glimmer of light at the end of the dark tunnel. It’s not fading; it’s growing.
Rather than writing the story when the path ahead is blurry, let’s grab the hand of one who is stronger and wiser and partner with our creator to embrace the fullness of all he promises. Let’s learn from the Israelites desire to let fear lead their decisions and choose a different way. Let’s expect walls to crumble at our command with God’s help and for his glory.
I have to consistently remember that my kids have to be allowed to be their own selves. I know this as they will eventually attend the same school I teach at. I know this as I pursue my own writing. I know this as someone who spent most of her adolescence struggling with finding my own identity separate from my dad’s position. Our children don’t get to choose the childhood we’ve given them. Let’s at least give them the freedom to find their way through that childhood.