I attended a 65 year-old friend’s graduation from law school recently, and I am just in awe of her. She may not even practice law, may not even take the bar. She just needed to have a goal and something to work towards. Next on her agenda? She thinks she might write a book.
But it got me thinking about graduations in general. My son Dan’s high school graduation (18, autism) is in June, but his whole history is FULL of mini-graduations. Transitions. Firsts. When he “graduated” from eating another flavor of yogurt than strawberry. When he first showered independently. When he first said, “It’s OK if we are only a few minutes late.” When he first shaved independently. When he ate his first grilled chicken breast. When he SANG A SONG at the high school talent show. When he asked a GIRL to go to the movie this weekend! I couldn’t be more proud of his courage.
And for the rest of us, don’t we stop living when we stop “graduating?” Maybe this is what kept Vicky going through law school and competing with all the youngsters.
And don’t we Believers have a GLORIOUS graduation to look forward to, complete with our “cloud of witnesses,” the “Good and Faithful Servant diploma,” and the welcoming embrace of our heavenly Father as we cross His stage? Even so, Lord Jesus, come quickly.
~ Danz mom, Peggy