Water, Water Everywhere

or, A Week In The Life

I came downstairs early Monday morning to find that a portion of the floor in the basement was flooded. It happened to be the area where the kids play with their LEGOS, and there was a library book about LEGOS sitting right in the puddle! After school we hastened to the library and explained what happened. The librarian kindly gave us our options: either pay $24.99 or find one cheaper online or in a bookstore to replace the book. Thank you, Amazon, for saving us 9 dollars!
Wednesday night, Aliyah told me about a puddle downstairs, and I didn’t take her seriously, thinking it was the same water from earlier in the week. But by next morning the puddle was standing water in nearly half the basement, and it was discovered that we had a leak right under the shower. So, school was promptly cancelled Thursday and we worked all morning cleaning that up. Luke planned to take the boys to a Liberty football game at Kent State that evening, so he wouldn’t be home until late. Once he heard about the basement, though, he took the afternoon off work and came to our aid. Seems the pipe came apart under the shower drain; he thinks it may have been worked loose by us slamming the door every time we go downstairs. Yikes! Fortunately, not very many important items got wet; Luke has been getting these big black shelves from Ollie’s and has our stuff on them. There were only a few bins and boxes left on the floor. I did empty his foot locker with all his high school stuff in it, and set it outside to dry out. That, and the wet bike trailer sitting in the yard reminded me of those commercials where the girl throws all the guy’s stuff out the window when they have a fight. Our side yard kinda looked like we weren’t getting along.
Yesterday after school we headed to a park in Lucas where Luke said we should go and let the kids play in the creek. We got as far as Wal-Mart for some lunch items when I realized I had left my diaper bag and wallet at home! The van was about out of gas, so I felt a bit stuck. I couldn’t shop at Wal-Mart without money, I couldn’t continue on to the park or go back home without gas. Thankfully, my hero husband was at the office that day, and was willing to take an early lunch to meet me at Wal-Mart and fill my gas tank. What a guy! We made it to the park and had a wonderful afternoon playing in the creek and collecting buckeyes. I hope to make necklaces to give to our neighbors, and the tree there gave us quite a load!

I Am

The song that was in my head when I awoke this morning was “The Great I AM” performed currently by Philips, Craig, and Dean on the radio. And, since I am not yet working on my BSF Matthew study, I have been making ‘whatever comes to mind’ my daily Bible reading. Today I looked up all the passages with God or Jesus saying, “I am…” It was really interesting. At first, God is giving Moses a source to say Who sent him to lead the Israelites out of Egypt, a Person by Whose authority could make that happen: I AM. The active self-existent One, thank you very much. Then in the gospels, Jesus is here to finally reveal so many facets of this name, I AM. This is why He came.
No one has seen God at any time; the only begotten God who is in the bosom of the Father, He has explained Him. John 1:18
I thought it was neat that Jesus used this same terminology many times in John-
“I am the bread of life” (6:35)
“I am the light of the world” (8:12)
“I am the gate” (10:7, 9)
“I am the good shepherd” (10:11, 14)
“I am the way, the truth, an the life” (14:6)
“I am the true vine” (15:1, 5)
Then I got to thinking about my identity, how I would explain myself with an “I am…” statement. Not sure what I would answer first. I am a mother? I am a wife? I am an artist? I am a teacher? That one’s a sore spot, as I have never fully believed any such thing about myself, and do not think I do a very good job teaching my children. Still, I know their experience homeschooling is worlds apart from mine growing up in public school, academically, socially, and spiritually. Judging from how much worse things have gotten in public school in subsequent years, I know we have made the right choice.
So we are nearly done with week 2 of the school year, and I am still feeling positive and like I can do this thing. We’re tackling Ancient History, Biology/Chemistry, and Art this year, along with the usual Bible, Math, Language Arts, and Handwriting. Caleb and Anna are learning to read. The Literary Club was a success and we are planning on participating in that another year. This month’s book is Mrs. Frisby And The Rats Of NIMH. We may start Spanish in November if things are going well. Looks like our church may send a group to Bolivia to visit the children’s home we sponsor, and if anyone from our family goes, I would like them to be at least mildly familiar with Spanish.
Sure enough, it seems only one thing can go well at a time, and since it has been school, the housekeeping and cooking have taken a nosedive. But I am trying not to let it get me down. I can still play the ‘nursing infant’ card if anyone would criticize me for my performance in these other areas the past two weeks. Not that anyone would. I only place these pressures on myself. I am a child of God, the great I AM, and am never expected to be more than He has called me to be.

Time To Myself…And My Dentist

Time for my dentist appointment again. I hope I come away with a better report than last year. There haven’t been too many days this year that I have not faithfully brushed, flossed, and swished. The last visit was understandably difficult because I hadn’t been to see a dentist in years. This time ought to go better if simply for this reason.
Had some black bean soup that I had frozen a leftover portion of- what a great lunch on a chilly day! I was tempted to lick the bowl, it was so good. Cooler temperatures coming mean more soup nights. Can’t wait.
The summer has gone by so fast. Monday we will start school again, but I expect we’ll get a few more summer memories made in the remaining days. The older kids have made impressive progress in swimming this year, thanks to times we have been able to go swim in Luke’s aunt and uncle’s pool. I’m so glad they enjoy the water. I grew up having a lot of opportunities to swim, at a lake by my grandparents’ house, in the ocean, and at lakes and pools locally, too. I loved summers, for that reason. Now, it is an exercise in selflessness not to go swimming every time we have the opportunity. Somebody has to watch the littles who shouldn’t be around the pool, while somebody else watches the budding swimmers. And Luke is the stronger, better swimmer in the event of an emergency. One time we all went to the pool, and it went alright for a while, the littles just sitting on the steps getting their feet wet. But then Adon got ambitious and it became dangerous. Plus, anyone outside of the water was getting eaten alive by mosquitos, making it not worth trying to sit and watch the swimmers. So the last few times I have kept the littles at Luke’s mom’s house down the road, which has worked a lot better.
Okay, this is kindof fun- I am by myself, and time to spare to stop at the library on the way to upload this post. Just saw the first sign- Bellville Street Fair is in less than a month. This is a highlight of our year, the only fair we participate in and attend. Hopefully, someday our church will have a booth in the information tent. Sounds like there is a bunch of red tape in acquiring a booth there.
Still no baby, and I am really surprised. Sure, this only means babies 17 months apart (barring premature birth), but that much separation is like an eternity to me, someone used to something in the 13 to 15 month range. I’m really enjoying Kenan, though, and the way he nurses, it should be no surprise that I am not fertile. He is home sleeping now, and I have a bottle of pumped milk in the fridge that I have told Sarah and Sam to try when he wakes up. We’ll see. Last time he tried a bottle he sputtered and choked like Grandma was trying to kill him. This is a different bottle, may go a little easier. And there’s food, too. And I shouldn’t be gone long. No cavities, please.

Evangelism

Plans are underway for our first evangelistic party, A Watermelon Party. Monday I had Aliyah hastily design invitations for the event, which will be held on Saturday morning in our backyard. Ever since reading that quote from Crazy Love (see a post below), I have not been able to stop thinking about what MORE I could be doing for God. A party in my backyard? This is not even hard, with all my helpers. Why do I drag my feet about things like this? It’s my old self who doesn’t want to get involved, and the enemy who doesn’t want me involved.

Some Jehovah’s Witness came to our house the day after we passed out invitations to our party to our neighbors. After they left, I asked my kids if they thought that was how our neighbors perceived us, going round the neighborhood with our smiles and invites. I hope, though, that our invitation was more personal; we’re asking them to come to our home and there is something monumental we have to share with them. It isn’t like we are just handing them a pamphlet and leaving them to figure things out. Still, it makes me want to brush up on my Truth Awareness. Up until now I have never engaged JW’s in conversation, figuring it would be a waste of time. But this is the third time they have come to our door, and it would be good to be more prepared for the next meeting.