It’s back to School again. And that means: early homework and activity nights, organizing playdates and sleep-overs, sending chits to the class teacher (for this and that), and of course the inevitable library fines that come with territory (ouch!). And as if that is not plenty enough, there is the calendar to navigate (and pray to God) that you are in town for the concerts, band recital, swimming gala, prom nights and, Jesus hold the wheel, that you are there in time for the late bus drop-offs, and to check off a box, be a volunteer (at least once), ad infinitum.

Oh, and did I say, that while on the school premises, the retinue includes being overly polite, and acting gem-polished while at it. No place for straight-shooting riffraffs such as I. Yes, for all 8 years, I’ve never heard anyone being rude on the school grounds. Not even my dear, but spirited brother, Prince Rufaro Makaya, who’s always abusing me here with such reckless abandon. But then again, I suppose that’s his way of venting: what he is in short supply of at our Neverland school, Sugar Mountain (Zuckerberg) affords him – graffiti for my wall, and all, here. There, he is the paragon of a fine gentleman;-).

But seriously. It amazes me that the Good Lord deemed it fitting that right at the zenith of our careers is the time when the kids need us the most, our marriages require our every attention, and it is also the time for many of life’s defining decisions. Choices that will have you either shooting for the stars or crash-landing into the crevices of oblivion.

But there’s grace enough. There’s faith enough. And because He is The God of all our days, it’s all good. God is good.