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| the model railroad Caleb is building in the loft of our shed |
I was recently asked to look ahead a few years and consider taking on greater leadership in our church’s children’s ministry when the time comes.
Who knows what my life will look like in five years? The math tells me that Caleb will be graduating, but still. I’m not enough of a visionary to form much idea of what that means.
Volleyball season is pretty much as overwhelming as we expected. High school government is even more time-consuming (for me) than expected.
But it’s almost over. Both girls are done with the regular season and just have a few more practices and a tournament each; Lizzy triumphantly turned in her report on the gruelingly long Federalist Papers (she got an A).
So my felt need, if I suddenly had everyone graduated, would be to retire quietly, to focus on visiting my various family, and to finally clean the spiderwebs off my front windows.
Or…I could lean into a role at church that’s something I could see myself doing in another life.
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| Jason took me to a comedy show, which turned into an overnight hotel stay and late-night drinks and a whole thing. It was a wonderfully fun birthday present and could not have come at a better time for us to get away together in the midst of a season of running around every which way. |
But I can’t do everything, so which life do I choose?
