Wow. I think I’m having deja vu.
Fenelon Clan is up and ready for the first day of school. We’ve got our first-day-of-school goody bags all packed and ready to be peeked into. We celebrated my birthday yesterday (how nice of Uncle Sam to declare a national holiday on my birthday). A hurricane is hitting Louisiana while at the same time our oldest son is preparing for a year-long deployment with the National Guard. I’m struggling to meet deadlines and wondering which one to tackle first. We’re in the throes of a presidential election campaign and are bombarded daily with facts and figures that really aren’t facts and figures after all. Gee, sorry about that, folks. We’re in the process of moving into Visitation House. We’ve got a pilgrimage coming to visit our home in a few hours. The dog insists on laying on my feet even though it’s hotter than blazes in the home office.
None of these things are new to us. We’ve been through every single one of them before – some once, some many times. There’s a sense of sameness and newness all at once. But the best part of all is that the heavenly Father’s love and mercy is sandwiched between the new, the same, the wierd, the irritating, the elating, the uplifting, the depressing, the confusing, and the chaotic.
It’s like having deja vu.