Abide in Me

The week of teacher inservice always seems like a mad rush to get everything done, and to have everything perfectly set for the coming arrival of our new students.

But in the midst of running here and there trying to find just the right nameplates for the tables, or the right color for the shelf I want to repaint, the perfect journal in which to record the trials and triumphs of a new schoolyear, there’s a quiet voice inside, calling to me:

Abide in Me

It’s easy to feel like abiding in Christ is j...