While we New Englanders have enjoyed Labor Day weekend as our final summer family fling, here in Florida and much of the South, the kids are gearing up for school in early August. Either way, the pinch of new shoes, finding our seat in homeroom and the weight of Algebra books are an inevitable destiny. This morning that idea of going back to school reminded me of a poem I wrote a while back that encourages us to remember that no matter how old we are, God has some new lessons for us to learn today.
Flying Lessons The hummingbird was sleeping in When mother shook his wing Wake up John it’s time for class I heard the school bell ring! He opened first one tiny eye Then peeked out of the nest He knew the day for flying lessons What was his mom planned next So out the door with trembling heart John’s wings began to beat Then up into the wind He flew To lessons down the street! Flying Lessons by Peter Caligiuri copyright 2020 all rights reserved Show me the right path, O Lord point out the road for me to follow. Lead me by your truth and teach me. Psalms 25:4-5 NLT