All I did was slice open baked potatoes...
That's all I did.
But as soon as the steam swirled free, I breathed in damp black top, felt the sting of wondering who to sit with at lunch, tasted the chili and sour cream at the end of the cafeteria line. I remembered the lunch lady's fingers, gloved and singed with each piping russet. I remembered how I always felt bad for her. Thick and quick the memories rushed.
But as soon as the steam swirled free, I breathed in damp black top, felt the sting of wondering who to sit with at lunch, tasted the chili and sour cream at the end of the cafeteria line. I remembered the lunch lady's fingers, gloved and singed with each piping russet. I remembered how I always felt bad for her. Thick and quick the memories rushed.
I went to public school from kindergarten through 12th grade. It wasn't all bad. Some of it was quite good. But, when I think back on those 13 years of my life, what I remember most are the relational things...both positive and negative. When I think through how my schooling experiences left marks on my life, I'm grateful for how the Lord has used them, but I'm also grateful for some of what my kids won't experience for having been homeschooled.
True, God uses struggles and growing experiences for our good and His glory.
He is faithful to do so.
And yet, what a blessing to bypass some of that which chips away at innocence.
Deep thoughts linger today simply from slicing potatoes.
It seems God works through many means.
"I want you to be wise as to what is good and innocent as to what is evil."
Romans 16:19