As I drove in to work this morning at ten till six, it was pitch dark with a hint of fog developing, a much different setting than a month ago at the same time. A flood of memories came back as I saw school buses departing to pick up students. Memories like packing my bag with my lunch, books and other school supplies. Other memories of waiting for the bus at the bus stop.
Exiting from the car in Jefferson, it was about 57 degrees (according to Chevrolet), my breath was vaguely visible as I exhaled. With the sun peeking through the developing clouds and the disappearing fog, I could not help but think what a glorious day our God has given to us.
Days like this don’t come by that often, yet thinking back on the childhood school days, they happened all the time, I just never appreciated them.