What a year.
If you had asked me back in August to describe my vision for Education Plan 2020, I would have predicted two words.
Colossal catastrophe.
I was essentially making gravestones in my head to place over each of our children’s grade school years and imagining their conversations with colleagues and cohorts later in life.
“Oh, addition and subtraction? Yeah, I don’t do that thang. That was a 2020 skip-over. My mommy now balances my checkbook.”
“What, super smart college classmate, you just made a super snarky remark about international events that occurred in the 1900s that went right over my head? Not my fault, dude. World History was a 2020 wash.”
I was mentally preparing myself for my children to learn exactly zero things with four children at three schools on two different schooling plans initially attending a physical building between zero and two times per week and learning the rest of the time on Chromebooks and iPads that the kindergartner was tossing around like confetti on the day of its issue.
(Why yes, school system, I absolutely think my 7-year-old is responsible enough to possess a device that will cost me hundreds of dollars to replace when he repeatedly drops it on the tile floor and essentially uses it only to take selfies and play Starfall while his teacher is trying to read him a virtual book. Thank you for this beautiful opportunity to dump our money directly down the drain.)
What is wild to me is that our God doesn’t do total washouts.
There is no mess that can’t be made into a masterpiece in His book.
For Him, brokenness is the backdrop for beauty and wrecks, the recipe for REDEMPTION.
And in His hands, even a school year that should have been the most epic of failures, thanks to the uncompromising efforts of terrific teachers and TAs and administrators and educational volunteers, transformed before our eyes into what has become our favorite year for these four superheroes yet.
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