There's a change in the air ....

Summer is ending. School starts in the building tomorrow. I will again hear a daily stampede of elephants about 7 times a day as students rush up and down the steps to class. I will have to close my door at 3pm just to think. I will listen in on conversations that have code words for trouble. I will stick my head into situations because someone is crying their eyes out -- there's a change in the air when the summer is over. And that change shows up in more ways than one.

Rehearsals for Christmas shows kick into gear. Can hardly believe it, but it's happening again. This weekend we had a killer show to raise money for our theatrical program. Our revue of songs were accompanied by a sucre torte, fresh fruit tartletts, assorted cookies, pound cake with fresh fruit, and chocolate cups with melba cream. It was so good. Our play list:

Magic to Do - from Pippin
Hola Lola - from Dear Edwina
Pick-a-Little/Good Night Ladies - from Music Man
What is this Feeling - from Wicked
My Philosophy - from You're a Good Man Charlie Brown
Solla Sollew - from Suessical the Musical
We Beseech Thee - from Godspell
Matchmaker - from Fiddler on the Roof
Stranger to the Rain - from Children of Eden
I'm a Woman - from Smokey Joe's Cafe
Sit Down, You're rockin' the Boat - from Guys and Dolls
Saved - from Smokey Joe's Cafe
Happiness - from You're a Good Man Charlie Brown.

It was awesome! We rocked it out. But now, we've got to change our mindset to Christmas music. Change is in the air.

It was 60 degrees this morning. I'm heading up into the attic to start pulling down my scarves. Everyone keeps telling me it's going to be a hard winter. Nuts. Gratefully, even in the harshness, it won't be lonely. Friends and family are coming to visit. I'm hoping to get to O-town for a b-day visit. Mom and I are heading out on a cruise. And then to sit in the house waiting for the snow to hit. Change is in the air.

Babies are being born like weeds. The 7th grandchild in our family was born last weekend. She was born just as the 1st grandchild was starting graduate school. How crazy is that?! I was 11 when #1 was born. And here I am, 33 years old and #7 comes around. Change is in the air.

And when it comes to me -- I'm seeing definite signs of change. I'm not remembering things as well. I'm not metabolizing foods as well. I'm exercising just to have more energy! But, I'm also seeing God work in my heart more too. His grace is exuding in ways I never would have guessed. He's helping me to love, be patient, be gracious, be forgiving in areas I wouldn't imagine possible.

Change is in the air. Not so bad all the time!