Small towns are not know for their traffic jams.  Those with only a blinking four way stop can really be immune to such issues.  Not is the case in my town.  Tomorrow will be the first day of many where cars will be backed up to get through our town.  Most days we have a large number of oil tankers or big rigs with equipment passing by.  You can get caught as shifts change out in the area.  But it is tomorrow that adds even more vehicles to this mess.  School begins bright and early for another year.  Things could be just a tad hairy throughout the day.  

Anyone trying to get to or past the primary school in the morning will just be out of luck.  Words cannot describe the number of cars you will see parking or driving through the various lanes.  it is not uncommon for parents to just park on the side of the highway to walk to the building.  Also remember that the emotional state for some of the parents will not be on the good side.  It may very well be that parents cry more tomorrow than the kids.  I remember those days.  There were never any tears for me but you could hear adults wailing all over the place.  Being an older parent has some advantages.  

My youngest is eager to go back to school.  I asked him about staying home with me tomorrow but he was adamant that he would be in his classroom.  We took his supplies a few weeks ago while he was working with his teacher.  Just shopping for the pencils and such was a serious undertaking.  He grabbed the list to make sure I did not miss a thing.  He doesn't even do Christmas shopping with that urgency.  Now he is sleeping in anticipation of the big day.  We got him clean and shaved to make his appearance.  It's been a long summer but now it is time for the routine.  We spent most every day together over the last few months.  It will be awfully quiet tomorrow morning around here.  Part of me welcomes the calm but another side of me will miss the noise.  He said it is okay should I miss him tomorrow.  I didn't tell him there was no other choice.

Spending so much time with him makes missing him not an option.  If we could only grasp that concept with God.  A person once wondered aloud to me about their relationship with God.  The problem was one where they felt distant from Him.  My response was to tell them congratulations on that feeling.  At least they knew enough of His presence to realize something was wrong.  Maybe this was a time God was digging deep roots of faith.  It also could be a place where some sin needed to be confessed for a fresh flow of grace.  Knowing what it is like to be with God is a great help when it seems to change.  The only thing worse than missing God is not know even know you miss Him.  

Bro. Trey