Election day

Well, today is a big day.  We are introducing division in 3rd grade.  They love it (at least at first).  Between cursive and multiplication and division, 3rd grade is like being invited to sit at the big kids' table.

Oh, yes.  It's also Election Day.  I'm probably not the only one with a pit in my stomach.

Last night over gluten free macaroni and cheese (Mark Monday), Mark told me we're going to be fine.  He laid out all the reasons.

I said, "What about the school district decision?"

He said, "The district is the airplane, but you are the pilot."

I guess the takeaway is if you need a pep talk, ask someone with two autoimmune diseases.  He knows something about getting through things.

This morning I was thinking about the pilot thing and the words from the song Jesus Savior Pilot Me came into my head.

Jesus, Savior, pilot me,
Over life's tempestuous sea:
Unknown waves before me roll,
Hiding rocks and treach'rous shoal;
Chart and compass come from Thee–
Jesus, Savior, pilot me!

As a mother stills her child,
Thou canst hush the ocean wild;
Boist'rous waves obey Thy will
When Thou say'st to them, "Be still!"
Wondrous Sov'reign of the sea,
Jesus, Savior, pilot me!

When at last I near the shore,
And the fearful breakers roar
'Twixt me and the peaceful rest–
Then, while leaning on Thy breast,
May I hear Thee say to me,
"Fear not– I will pilot thee!"

That feels better than me being the pilot.