As the name of my blog indicates, I spend a lot of time thinking about home. Of course, my Heavenly Home is the one that is eternal, so that’s where I need to lay up my treasures, and that’s the one I’m striving for. But in the meantime, I have been given this tiny piece of the here-and-now—this home on the edge of town, this family, this neighborhood—in which to serve Him. And, though this is in the earthly realm, I want the things that happen here to be investments in the Heavenly realm.
Monday, March 21, 2011
Today Kati counted the Mondays that she has left in her high school career. Ten.
All year, I have been keenly aware of the "lasts." Her last first day. Her last math lesson. The last new composer she'll study. Her last Christmas vacation. (You get the picture.)
This is the girl who began homeschool at age four. Her older sister and brother were 17 and 15, and Kati begged to "do school" too, so we eased into her school years a bit on the early side. It seemed like graduation was such a long ways off, and I was glad about that.
But somehow we are at the end of her senior year and, even though I'm still not ready, graduation is just over the horizon.