Every weekday morning, school children wait at the end of our driveway to catch the bus. Their parents, and other adults from the neighborhood, are there with them, cheerfully exchanging greetings and playfully interacting with the kids. They watch out for cars, and keep an watchful eye on the young people. Then they gently guide them on to the bus when it arrives.
With all that has recently occurred, in light of this holy season, I'm choosing to be thankful for those parents. And I'm still choosing to believe the Good Shepherd is watching over and cares for each of us, even when life doesn't work out the way we planned.
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