Back to School: Wisdom, Prophetic Dreams, and Kool Aid
* NOTE: This was actually written TWO weeks ago, on our kids' First Day...too verklempt to publish it that day ;) I think I may be having an emotional tsunami of the heart...it feels like love is about to spew out of my ears and mouth and nostrils...my cup is overflowing. Sunday night was spent with Back-to School preparations: haircuts for the boys, gathering of uniforms, bedtime rituals, and the traditional "kindergarten talk" for the new kindergartener. Aaron leads this chat- I've never been invited into the conversation, but I have evesdropped enough to know its gist: Obey the teacher, do your best, be a good friend...all the important life issues of a 5-year-old... I, on the other hand, spent several hours attempting to remove the cherry Kool-Aid that successfully stained my girl's hair all summer (4 packets of Kool-Aid, 10 minutes on hair=vibrant cherry red that never even faded). After separate applications of Tide, baking soda, bleach, and hair color failed to even slightly alter the Kool-Aid's intensity on my girl's hair tips, we opted for a tightly- wound bun to make it through the first day of school. I needed more time and options for this plan of attack. During the night, *I was woken by a dream that was certainly a Word From the Lord, albeit weird as it was...I dreamt that I was laying in the grass, in the company of my mom, my sis, my mom-in-law, and Paul Meany, the lead singer from MuteMath (hehehehehehe), and we were looking at the sky. As quickly as we looked up, a sign appeared in the clouds: a spiralling cloud began blinking like a billboard with a plus sign flickering in the center. Then, instantly, the flash of the scripture verse: Jeremiah 38:16. And it was gone. We all jumped up, scrambling for our Bibles, which appeared from nowhere, but the words were blurred. And then I woke up. As I lay awake in bed, I tried to recall the content of the scripture (as if I have the Bible memorized and catagorized in my brain...I can't even remember to return a text...) I knew that I needed to get out of bed and look it up. And here's the word: "But King Zedekiah swore this oath secretly to Jeremiah: “As surely as the Lord lives, who has given us breath, I will neither kill you nor hand you over to those who are seeking your life.” Uhhhh...Oooo Kay... kinda creepy...kinda a relief... There are some dreams that are from the subconscious mind, some from spicy pizza, but there are, especially the way God deals with me, dreams that come straight from God. This one was a Word. I know it. I just don't know what it's supposed to mean. Whatever may be, I'm praying, and grateful... When morning came, we got the kids dressed and ready for the day. They all looked so sweet and ready for success. But my baby...my Solomon, was GOING TO KINDERGARTEN!!! He had his backpack on and his lunch in it, and his best friend and faithful companion throughout the years, Roo, draped over his arm for courage.
See how excited he is? The other two were equally as prepared, Wilson with his awesome shoes and gentle spirit and Amelia with her mischievous smile and Kool-Aid secret wrapped tightly in a concealing bun. The sight of it all was overwhelming- It was all I could do to not squeeze them to death.
Smarter today than yesterday, but NOT as smart as TOMORROW :) The time that I have been given with them is fleeting-we only have a small measure of moments to pour into our childrens' hearts, to show them their value, and to point them to the ONE who Made them and will Keep them. My heart's desire is that they will KNOW God and Make Him Known. And so this morn, with heart bursting, I pray this word over my children, and for their generation of children:
"My child, you must follow and treasure my teachings and my instructions. Keep in tune with wisdom and think what it means to have common sense. Beg as loud as you can for good common sense. Search for wisdom as you would search for silver or hidden treasure. Then you will understand what it means to respect and to know the Lord God."
Oh, that our children would walk with You, God. A generation that seeks YOUR face. May it be so.
(And please, God, don't let Solomon lose Roo at school... They don't carry that stuffed animal anymore at Target.)
*All you Grammer Nazis out there: I used the phrase "I was woken" in the paragraph above. Google peeps said to not to, Miriam Webster said we cool ;), and I just like the sound of it in my mind. Which would YOU have chosen for the usage above?