Dishrags and destinies

I feel like a wet dishrag, completely wrung out and set out to dry. Today was a very busy day, with class in the afternoon, and a very busy evening as students prepared to share their final projects with our YWAM community. I have been running in high gear, feeling like my system was on an adrenaline overload, as I made thank you cards, prepared a special presentation book for the leader of the school, and finally began to mentally grasp the idea that THIS IS IT. The school is nearly over, and within the next few days, our students will be departing to different corners of the globe to make their dreams become reality. And now, I could cry. Except I'm too tired to cry, and I think I'd like to eat something before I go to bed.

Ethan shared his "highlights" with me this evening - which is codespeak for "Chaotic-moments with Jasmine and Maya". I guess the girls got into my purse, and discovered my peppermint lip gloss. Ethan found Jasmine stripped down to her diaper - she had mistaken the peppermint gloss for lotion and had rubbed it on her tummy, legs, and arms, and had also managed to massage some onto Maya's feet, as well. I'll have to teach her to read soon so she doesn't make that mistake again. Ha!

Well, I titled this post dishrags and destinies for a reason, and I suppose I should let you in on it. Destiny seems to be an elusive concept, something forever pursued, but hardly grasped. But I think whatever destiny or dream we hope to attain, it should wring the life out of us. After watching our students wrestle with heavy issues over the last three months, I realize that wrung out feeling is part of the process that causes us to recognize the true value of our dream.