The road steams almost audibly in the light of my headlights as I wend my way home - from were? - the first RCA graduation dinner.  I am almost in disbelief as my mind stretches back and dawdles, slowly taking out memories and examining them like precious jewels.  Memories that represent so many instances during the past short 10 months that God has bestowed blessings and miracles upon us to allow us to reach this point.

Graduation dinner was held at a small tea room right next to the river - appropriately close to the running track upon which so many of these blogs have been germinated.  Decorated by the Grade 7 students and their parents, together with the teachers, the love and obvious regard in which the Grade 8 students are held is palpable.  These Grade 8 girls who, with their parents, took a leap of faith to believe that Resurrection Christian Academy was a part of God's plan and agreed to be our first Grade 8 class - we are grateful for them:)

Soon the room is full to the brim with friends and loved ones who have come to share this special evening.  The heavens open, showering the river with millions of raindrops to capture.  Our Grade 7 boys, waiting for late arrivals with open umberellas, do a wonderful representation of Gene Kelly "Singing in the Rain" twirling in the puddles.  Inside we feel warm, protected, and safe as the rain pounds over our heads.  The Grade 8 girls arrive - the fragrant bouquet in our midst - they look beautiful, happy, and excited.  A brief break in the rain allows small patches of blue to shine through and we are blessed with a double rainbow across the sy -God's promise written for all to see.

Speeches are given, stories shared, videos and music enjoyed, and then the evening starts to wind down.  We are all aware that the graduates stand on the edge of the springboard that marks the end of this stage of their lives, ready to dive into the next...

The evening over, the clearing up complete, the rain has stopped and I am heading home.  A flock of Canada Geese decides to cross the road, stopping the traffic both ways.  Adult geese noisily and authoritatively shepherd their offspring over.  The young goslings are at the scruffy stage, having lost much of their down but still only have some of their feathers.  By the end of the summer these young birds will begin their long migration south, they too will stand on the edge of a springboard into adulthood.

The geese will make their journey guided by instinct - not hope; the seasons - not faith; the sun and the stars - not wise choices made from Biblical teaching.  We thank God that our graduates have the Bible as their guide and pray that they will make their journies based upon their faith and hope in the Father.