Outward Bound


students at Hippy-Dippy High School left this morning for an Outward
Bound trip. Half the group will be hiking, the other half sailing. #2
Son is among the sailors.

Is it wrong that I have Eternal Father, Strong to Save running through my head?

Eternal Father, strong to save,
Whose arm hath bound the restless wave,
Who biddest the mighty ocean deep
Its own appointed limits keep;
Oh, hear us when we cry to Thee,
For those in peril on the sea!

Not that he’s in peril.

He’s not in peril, right?

five days and nights of living on a sailboat. This is a very new thing
for #2 Son, who has been out on his uncle’s sailboat once, some years

Have I mentioned that he’s not in peril?

morning as we all said good-bye, he hugged his stepfather. It does my
heart good to see this. When Pure Luck came into our lives, #2 Son was
the one who said it would really bother him if I ever got married
again. Despite that, they have developed a wonderful relationship. And
of the three children, he’s the one who has changed the most, I think,
in these past four years, from a chubby little guy with a voice so
squeaky that Pure Luck called him "Beaker," to a string bean musician
whose voice is deepening every day.

I know he is bound outward;
they all are. But this one is still more influenced by home than
friends, and I have grown to enjoy him so much ever since he became the
"big kid" at home when #1 Son left for college last year. My hope for
this week is that it will be as special for him as his weeks at Jazz
Camp and Pilgrim Lodge were this summer, that he will come back still
solid in himself but stretched out toward his classmates in a new way.
My prayer? See above.