wonder

It's a life changing, family altering kind of day.
A day of surrender. A day of change.

For six years, we've trained and toiled, loved and developed, nagged and laughed, cuddled and wrinkled our noses at Charlie, our cocker spaniel.

We got him when the kids were 3, 8, and 10.
We've seen him through shots, and kenneling, snowstorms and fireworks.

We've laughed at his endless pursuit of chasing tennis balls and gray squirrels and wild rabbits parading through our yard.  We've taught him tricks, messed with his toys, and cleaned up his piles of pooh.

It's taken days to come to this decision, tears shed, notes written, arguments given.  A weight pressed down on us all in different ways, but we accept it as it is.

Surrender day.

And I awakened to this day with a sense of wonder, not weariness.  Of awe and not sadness.

Expectancy.
Anticipation.

What's new that God is doing?
Where will I see His hand print next?
What new expression of mission will He have for me?

It's not what I thought I'd feel.

A quiet peace.
A release.
And a wonder.