As soon as it was mentioned last winter, I knew I would be going.
This year instead of spending my final week of summer break preparing for the coming school year I would be heading to the south side of Chicago to do some inner city mission work. I would have to spend some time organizing my classroom a bit earlier than usual, but I thought I would be up to the challenge. After all, it was months away.
Fast forward to this past Sunday.
My daughter’s sweet family had just left on Friday after spending three wonderful weeks with us. Putting school work as far out of my mind as possible, I enjoyed every minute of their stay. I did manage to squeeze in a morning or two at school, but for the majority of the last month I chose to soak up family time like a thirsty sponge.
Now it was Sunday afternoon and the reality of what I had to get done in a week’s time began to bear down on me.
What had I been thinking?
I would not return home from Chicago until the Saturday before school began on Monday. Although Monday was a designated teacher day I knew it would be filled with meetings from the beginning and end with an introduction to my new students and their families at our Back to School Night. There would be no time on Monday for lesson planning or preparing materials for the open house.
Panic-stricken I began to melt like a sugar cube dropped in a tea cup. A few hours of work at school on Sunday afternoon had only intensified the pressure. I’d begun to realize there was NO WAY I was going to get everything ready for school and the mission trip. So I did what I always do when I am feeling completely overwhelmed.
I sat on the floor and cried.
And then I prayed.
Slowly, peace came.
So now the words of Jude 1:2 from the Message Bible are resonating in my heart. “Relax, everything’s going to be all right; rest, everything’s coming together; open your hearts, love is on the way.”
Joy fills my heart. The cavalry is coming! Love is on the way.
As the school year begins I will enter encouraged and prepared.
The mission work accomplished on the streets of Chicago will be a blessing.
No longer is there fear or worry in my heart.
His grace is sufficient.
Love is on the way.