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First Day of School

Today is the first day of the school year 2011-2012.  We still have four of the six children in school.  This year we have at least one child in every school: Joey in elementary, Jess in middle, and Sis and Chas in High School.  For three of them it is a "momentous" year: last year in elementary for Joey, last year in middle for Jess and first year of high school for Sis.  Chas believes this is a special year for her, too; since she's a Junior she thinks she's an upperclassman.  But I remember that for Seniors, no one is an upperclassman but them.

I remember being in school and the excitement of the first day back every year.  There is something about new school supplies that still gives me a warm fuzzy feeling to this day.  Everything is crisp and shiny and has that "fresh from the store" smell.  There are no pen marks on the binders, no crumpled wide-ruled notebook paper.  All the pencils are the same length, the end erasers still pristine.   Everything is a blank canvas - to make "this" year anything you want it to be.

Becoming a Christian is kind of like that.  When we accept the gift of Jesus Christ, we become new.  Our past is wiped clean and we get a second chance to be what God intended us to be.  Many times, our new binders become beaten, our papers ripped up, our backpacks marred within the hustle and bustle of every day life, but those things are still usable, workable tools for us.  And even with our own stumbles, beatings and bad decisions, we are still usable, workable tools for God.

For all you Christian students: Remember you are a tool of God.  He will be walking the halls with you, so keep your focus on Him.  Let His light shine through you!

God Bless!
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