The temperature dropped ten degrees this week. It's like the weather is coordinating with the school calendar, feeling a change in the air to match the change in family rhythm. So long to the weeks on end of hosting and being hosted. We've loved this summer's shared moments of communal living, encountering afresh the believability of the Gospel in differences and similarities all bumping up against each other.
With family we tracked down cemeteries on back country roads
and then braved a heat warning to watch the home team win.
One thing the church does really well is launch graduates into their next phase of life. A group of beloved friends and family gathered on a Sunday afternoon to celebrate Emily heading off to college. It was so touching, Philip and I were both brought to tears.
The best goodbye to St. Louis Emily could have asked for was ten days of showing her childhood bestie all the best spots in town. Making their own memories as she says goodbye to the place she calls home.
Surely as the school year settles in with its rigid schedules and splintered family life there will be newness in the experience of God's love. But I cannot yet see what it will hold, even as the backpacks hang ready on the hooks by the door and the college girl's boxes are scattered across the living room.
So long, summer freedom.
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