Sending our youngest out the door this morning is a happening I've been doing for over thirty years. The daunting realilzation is, this almost assuredly is my last year for that privilege.

Change is something God wants me to transition into with grace. I don't like change; the familiar feels secure to me. I often wonder what God's ultimate plan is for me, though. Each step, each decision, is moving me closer or farther away from it.

To miss the mark would be unspeakably sad, too sad to even ponder.