12.7.14

When we went in to the public school down the street a couple of months ago, the principal of the afternoon school asked us to come back at the end of the school year (but, you probably already knew that; sheesh, I feel like it's all I talk about these days.) The kids would do testing and he would introduce us to the principal of the morning school; we would hopefully receive a clear confirmation regarding schooling for the kids there next year.

So this past Monday we gathered up every document we could think of, combed the kids' hair, and headed back out to the public school down the street.

We were supposed to be there at twelve-thirty on the dot. We were. We sat in the waiting room and waited for a really, really long time.  Selma colored. Malachai read his book. Josu sat on my lap and fretted "What time is it? When will it be our turn? Why aren't they here?"

I held him tight and whispered to him:
"God is near, sweet boy; He is not outside of this; we can trust Him"

We were finally called up, only to be told by the secretary that she had no idea who we were or why we were there. Neither the afternoon principal nor the morning principal were present; they had been gone for a while . . . we needed to leave.

And on our way out the door, we ran into both principals. The afternoon principal greeted us warmly and introduced our kids to the morning principal as future "academic olympians" for the school (it was like a reunion of old friends! crazy, I tell you!)

Ah yes, they still wanted to make room for us, but they couldn't guarantee anything yet. We needed return in the fall . . . on the first day of school. They could only tell us for sure then.

So, we keep slowly moving forward with our school plans; we'll show up on the first day of school with neatly groomed children and hearts full of hope.

Meanwhile, we are preparing ourselves for a possible last minute "no" from the school. We've been checking our budget numbers to see what line items could be cut if we needed to find a private school for the kids; we make mental notes of schools that we stumble upon on our afternoon walks . . . and very often, I whisper to my own heart:

"God is near, Naomi; He is not outside of this; you can trust Him"

10 comments:

  1. I'll be praying for you, I know it would be stressful for me to have to wait until the first day of school to know...so I will pray that you will keep trusting and resting, and enjoying your kids!

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    1. thanks for praying Gab . . . maybe that's why I'm feeling pretty calm about it all?

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  2. and also, I'm loving your photos, and your frequent blogging...

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    1. what can I say? you've been inspiring me :)

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  3. I prayed for all of this last week and remind myself that God is not on the outside. We can trust Him, love you all.

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  4. Thank you for that reminder that He is near. I'll be repeating that to myself often in the upcoming days.

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  5. "I can do all things through Christ which strengthens me." Phil 4:13 Loved the pic with the cars. Once the grandsons kids stopped by but we were out. No note but there were a few cars out of place and the bed was a little messy. (They like to wrestle with me on the bed:o)) We knew!
    Looking forward to meeting hose little red heads.

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  6. oops! those little red heads

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