The day started at 6 am. Two little kids wide awake, one eager for her first day of school. Actually, it wasn’t her first day — rather, her open house. It was the day she would meet her teachers and see her classroom for the first time. It was the day she would see who would soon be her best friends and classmates. It was the day she had waited for all summer long. Welcome to preschool, baby!
Rick and I hadn’t originally planned to send the kids to preschool. I stay home for a reason and we didn’t see the point in starting their formal education so early. However, after talking with some trusted friends (who were also more experienced parents), praying about it and considering our daughter’s personality, we decided preschool would be a great thing for our Isabel.
I labored over where to send her. (You may remember my blog posts from then.) Finally, I picked one! We visited the campus in April under gorgeous blue skies. The sun shone on a picturesque playground, emulating a security only Norman Rockwell could depict. The building was bright and creative. The teachers were friendly. Laughter and knowledge echoed down the halls. I knew this was the best school for my kids. Then they told me about the waiting list. “We’ll give you a call when we have an opening for the fall.” I prayed God’s will would be done. In my head that meant kicking some other kids out of this school so my kid could go there. We waited. And we waited. We waited until summer and still had not heard a thing.
With disappointment, I started the process of getting her into our second-choice school. After weeks of paperwork, doctor’s approvals, and interviews, Isabel was finally accepted. Then registration started — another whole stack of paperwork. We received our payment plan and a phone call on the same day. The phone call was from the first school: “We have an opening for Isabel! Are you still interested?” I immediately started praying. We decided, since enrollment was done, we would keep her at the second school. I fretted over this decision. I know she’s only three and preschool is not the same as law school, but still — I wanted to make the best decision for my daughter!
Today, Thursday, I was reminded how little I am in control and how marvelous is our sovereign Lord. He knew the whole time where He wanted this child. He knew what teacher she should have and which kids she should see each day. He knew! And He had it all orchestrated perfectly, in spite of my frantic planning and scheming.
Yes, it was great day! Isabel is thrilled to be starting school and I am thrilled to watch her, knowing all the while that Someone greater than I is watching us both.
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