As the hot sun beats down upon us, lush 9 foot corn stalks breathe out their earthy, green scent, and humongous humidity make me wonder if rural Illinois should be called the biggest-corn-growing-jungle-of-the-world, I am trying to wrap my mind around the fact that a new school year and all of winter’s thrills stands just before us. We best be ready.
This year I will have one in college, three in high school, and four kids in grades 7th through 2nd. I’ll also be taking some classes myself. Might as well live the adventure. As my husband would say each time he took the boys out for a driving lesson, “No guts, no glory.” Not the advice I would give, but I knew what he meant. He certainly lived to the fullest extent possible before death took him where I cannot yet follow.
I am looking forward to the challenges of teaching various grade levels, encouraging my eldest to maintain his A average in college, helping my second son discover which university he would like to attend and what degree he might like to pursue. I love teaching reading to young minds just awakening to the power of the written word. I am inspired by the beauty of art and it’s application in the home. My spirits rise when my kids practice their musical instruments, and we all learn from history, attempting to come to some greater understanding of our present times. Even basic math and its cousin Algebra encourage our brain cells onto feats of learning, discovering new wonders of our world.
I am grateful for all that God has placed within my reach to love, admire, and assist. I can be of service and I can grow, nourished by the reality that much of life is what we make of it. Trials, challenges, and tribulations will always be a part of the human experience, but I am most content when I face them with a spirit of love and hope.
There is much to grieve in this world and through prayer we can be reconciled to our sorrows. Yet sorrows and our weakest selves must not define us. There is an adventure in living, no matter how hot the sun or how encroaching the vegetation. Truly, living the adventure means seeing the quest in our own lives.