the truth...

about home educating is, it is an all consuming endeavor.
The truth about being with ones children all day is that the days are long...
but the years are short.
The truth about parenting is, it is not for the faint of heart.
The truth about parenting is, it is the most tiring and most rewarding experience.
The truth is I am tired yet motivated to give the kids the best of me.
Even on the days when I am dragging around and short of patience.
I know this is the good life.
The blessed life.
The God given life.
Just because it is a good, blessed life does not make some days easier.
The truth is, some days I just want to be by myself.
Selfish, I know.

snippets from the weekend past

new napkins for the stash.
i put the sewing machine to work.

playmobile fest in the living room.
we pretended we had 4 kids for the evening.

i faithfully hung out with my bff, jillian.
20 min shred.

saturday morning breakfast date with john.
and an afternoon movie date too.

game time.
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just a glimpse, not the weekend in its entirety...a mere slice.

humbling

Have you seen this website, Global Rich List?
A reality check for sure.
We are so blessed, yet we have no idea...do we?

just maybe...

For the past few months as bits and pieces of life rattled around.
As I struggled and fought the many changes we were going through.
Tough, unexpected heartaches that rocked our world.
During this time I spoke to loved ones carrying their own burdens.
Weights that made their hearts aches and their shoulders weak.
For we are never alone, sorrow, sadness and brokenness walk near.
Chronic illnesses, diagnosis without resolution, broken relationships, fragile marriages, traumatic experiences and the list goes on and on.
Everyone carries sorrows.
Some are just more visible then others.

This thought kept coming back to me, from multiple sources;

JUST MAYBE IT ISN'T ABOUT ME.
or
MAYBE IT ISN'T ABOUT YOU.

Just maybe the burden of illness and the overwhelming sense of grief and the struggle to make ends meet and the constant marital bickering and the depression and the day to day brokenness isn't about us.
Just maybe instead of saying ,"Why me?" we could embrace the "Why not me?"
Just maybe God is working through me, through you, to change the life of someone you don't even know or have met or maybe even it is the person you love most in this world.
Just maybe, even when the storm rages on, and it will, we can see beyond the waves, even but for a moment.
For God's ways are not our ways. His thoughts are not our thoughts.
Just maybe God is using our story to change the story of others.
Just maybe your story changed my heart.
Just maybe your trial will be over and you will be able to look back and see God's hand in the midst of your heartache.
Watch for it.

awaiting.

My sewing machine is sitting on the table waiting for me to create.
The iron is plugged in, fabric is out, inspiration is at hand.
However, my darling children are demanding far too much of my attention.
Since we home educate, I sent them to have SSR. (sustained silent reading).
In their bedrooms.
Now I will let the creative juices flow.
Stay tuned.

2 Timothy 1v7

...for God gave us a spirit not of fear but of power and love and self control.
Can I get an amen?