“I never planned this part of my life,” I said with a laugh, telling my friend about life after raising boys. I had only dreamed about my future career, marriage and life with children, and there we were about to embark on a new adventure together.
The teacher was experienced. He knew exactly what he was talking about and even though I’d been a volunteer before, it was like I was starting fresh all over again like I had been reborn.
When asked, I pulled out my tattered Bible and was glad it couldn’t talk. It had weathered many in-depth studies and searches for nuggets of wisdom over my years as a wife and parent, giving me answers to so many of the questions I silently asked God.
I was disappointed I had to leave early, but didn’t want to miss a special bridal shower back home. With just enough time to run an errand, I stopped by a place I’d needed to visit for a long time to get something my pride wouldn’t let me get before: a new Bible with larger print, something to make this next life chapter complete. It was meant to be because within one minute of walking into the store, I found the perfect brown leather Bible, made the purchase and left immediately.
Driving east on the interstate, I glanced up at the clouds that looked as stirred as my heart and listened as the music played: “One step away from surrender; one step from arms wide open; His love has never let you go.”
It was true. God had never let me go. He had answered every prayer and continues answering them day by day, minute by minute, second by second.
Hearing those words confirmed that I am exactly where God wants me, starting a new Good News Club with parents at my boys’ alma mater while they are in college in the city I just visited. I have to admit, I am not a teacher, but I most definitely have a love for children and want them to know what others shared with me as a child.
Before leaving the party, I couldn’t help but chuckle a little to myself when I read the beautifully framed chalkboard with the wedding date posted in hand-printed lettering along with the words “happily ever after” and think that if the beautiful bride’s Bible looks similar to mine when she’s my age, her dreams just may come true.