As many are quick to remind me, graduation is less than a month away. I'm trying to ignore this fact. If I don't think about it, if I don't write it on my calendar, it's not going to happen, right?
At our mission trip reunion I shared how I'm having a hard time with this whole graduation thing. Later someone mentioned that summer was coming fast.
"Shhhh! Don't remind me!" I protested.
They were all really supportive and told me it's going to take forever to get here, like Christmas. A little while later, someone else spoke about graduation.
"We're not allowed to use the G-word," I said.
Of course, Neal's ten year old son Ethan proceeded to use "The G-Word" repeatedly just to vex me. He counted down the days and told me how fast it was going to come. Typical brother...
It was all in good fun but I didn't really appreciate it. Later, in telling the story to my suitemates, I slanted it to share how I got picked on by a ten year old.
Allyson came in to the middle of the story. "Wait, what G-word? God? We're not allowed to say, 'God'?"
From now until whenever I'm allowed out of time out, whenever my suitemates and I are discussing graduation, I must also say "God is in control." But don't tell Ethan.
God IS in control!