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Early-thirty one morning I was answering an email from the director of my senior daughter's high school tutorial. They needed to finish a powerpoint presentation that was to run on a large screen during the reception after graduation exercises. Two of the questions were:
1.Scripture you pray for your student
2. Words for the future
Our daughter is taking a gap year (a year in which one recovers from burn-out, makes some money, and assesses the color of one's parachute) and is trying to figure out what direction her life will take, so the verse and blessing that came immediately to mind was from Proverbs- the verse about trusting in the Lord and how he will direct your path.... So I glibly typed in Proverbs 5:6.
"Or is it Proverbs 5:4-6," I wondered? "Hmm. I think Proverbs 5:6-7."
I was in a hurry. I was already way late responding to the questions because having to be thoughtful in a public way terrifies me. I'm not sentimental; I fail entirely at "making memories" and had already answered the school's query of, "Would you like space at the reception to make a memory display for you daughter?" with a thoughtless return email of, "Just shoot me now."
Being thought a good mom of daughters sometimes feels as though it hinges on being able to design gee-haws and tie hair bows- both of which I've never mastered. Only at the last moment, right before I pressed send I reflected on how incredibly sleep deprived I was and how that sleep loss is known to impede memory.
So I double checked Proverbs 5:6 and its surroundings. Too bad I did. In large letters on the screen at the reception people could have looked upon a cute photo of my daughter's 2 year old self, dimpling a smile while dressed with an apron configured as a cape, accompanied by the following caption: (according to the NIV):
but in the end she is bitter as gall,
sharp as a double-edged sword.
5Her feet go down to death;
her steps lead straight to the grave.
6She gives no thought to the way of life;
her paths wander aimlessly, but she does not know it.
Now that would have made a memory.
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