Five kids...each one it's own variety. Lots of laughter, joy and fun times. A life following Jesus...being a Jesus lover. Raising these incredible individuals and leading them towards their destiny. Stop on by, settle in for a bit and share bits and pieces of our life.
And then the Washing Machine...
In the midst of this virus, and the tons of laundry that needs to be done because of vomiting children...my washing machine breaks down!!! The computer says motor overload...and I say, "mama overload!" My laundry is already overflowing because I usually don't do laundry on the weekends...and then between the blankets, towels, washcloths, and clothes...I am ready for my own melt down. The repair man can only come on Friday. So, here I am...and I believe I will be headed to the laundry mat. On the brighter side, I feel a 100% better today. We did communion yesterday and I truly believe I had a turn around. It is a battle with the flesh, but the spirit always wins!
This post has been churning in me for months and knew that I wanted to write it and post it one day. I have been very open and honest about where I have been at the last few years, so some of what I write today may not be a surprise to anyone. Either way, I hope it brings help and healing and promise to some of you.
Two years and ten months ago my husband and I had just got into bed. It wasn't very late...maybe around 10pm. Life had been busy...he had just flown in that morning. He was long distance commuting between Florida and North Carolina with his job. I had picked him up that morning in the Greenville, South Carolina airport and then we headed to a swim meet in the same town for our daughter, Esther. We were there most of the day...stopping at some stores before we headed back to our home in North Carolina. I hadn't talked to my mom in a few days, which was rare. I was super busy and she hadn't called me either. I called her, and she didn't answer. She nev…
The other day I was heading down the road and I heard something on the radio from a woman talking about being a "hot mess." We hear that concept all the time in today's culture. I think that something that started out as a funny has now become an acceptable and cultural norm. It actually almost has a badge of honor on it...if you are a hot mess, then everything is just okay. Because that's the way we are supposed to be as women in today's age. And why would we want to change it... "Everybody is doing it!" Right?
So, I sat and pondered this thought for a bit. And it actually made me a little mad inside. It lit a fire in me. Why? Who said this was okay? And why do we have to be like this? Then I started to think about what God must think of this. His beautiful creation...created to be the helper...created to be "born responders"...he has great purpose for us. And somehow I don't think it's supposed to be a strung-out, overbooked, exhaus…
When I look at this picture it makes me want to cry. I can't believe that we are 17 years into this. Who knew? Matthew is the one who wanted to homeschool. I never planned on homeschooling. I had total plans to put Bryn in school. I couldn't imagine being with kids all day long without a break. But God had different plans. He knew that to capture my kids hearts that this is what we needed to do.
One of my favorite scriptures right now is Luke 6:40, which basically says when you are fully trained the student will be like their teacher. And I know some amazing teachers out there. Some of those teachers are my close friends. But there are a lot out there that I wouldn't want to teach my kids. Their ideas, morals, foundation may not line up with mine. And I want to be the main influence in their life. Does that make me perfect? No. But I know my heart. And my husband's heart. And we hope to pour that into our kids. I told another friend the other day that you are the best…