
It feels like we are waiting for the bus on the first day of school. Our shoes are shined, our pencils, notebooks and crayons are neatly packed in our brand new backpack. We are wearing an outfit that was carefully chosen for just this moment. It is a perfect hair day.
We can’t see the bus, but we are in the place where it’ll arrive and we are early. There’s nothing else to do but look around and pass the time. The bus will be here any minute and will take us someplace else.
We have heard about where we are going, yet we’ve never been. We feel apprehensive, hopeful, brave, excited and anxious. We don’t have much to say. This is almost too much to bear. Our internal reserves and our faith are the only things that will help us now.